Not knowing what to do with him she threw him with a laugh into the still flaming grate.
Returning to her room she stood before the looking-glass and drew her nightgown closely about her, in order to emphasize the lines of her body.

A thought which occasionally flitted through her mind tarried there this time a little longer than usual.
She was wont to ask herself: "Why is one made like that, with a head, arms, legs, hands, feet, chest, and abdomen?
Why is one made like that and not otherwise?
It's funny." And at the moment the human form seemed to her arbitrary, fantastic, alien.

But her astonishment was soon over.

And, as she looked at herself, she felt pleased with herself.

She was conscious of a keen deep-seated delight in herself.