Then she walked to a mirror on a wall near the door, and spent some time placing the felt hat on her head at a precise angle, making certain that the coils of hair under it were arranged in the most effective manner.

She tucked a stray wisp into the mass at the nape of her neck, patted the glistening coils so that they bulged a little more--smiling with smooth serenity at the reflection in the glass.
"Well, good-bye, Gary.

I left Aunt Hannah at Corwin's store.

She'll be afraid I've eloped with you.

No," she added, as Warden advanced toward her; "no kisses now.