This she hastened to do with all possible speed.

She dressed herself under a remarkable sense of not being able to find any buttons, and of getting all her sleeves upon the wrong arm.

She put on her rubber-boots, because it took so long to lace up her boots.

Her stockings she wore upon her arms.
The reason appeared to be, that she might not get her hands wet in pulling Winnie out.

She stopped to put on her sack, her turban, and her blue veil.
She also spent considerable time in commendable efforts to pin on a lace collar which utterly refused to be pinned, and to fasten at her throat a velvet bow that kept turning into a little green snake, and twisting round her fingers.
When at length she was fairly ready, she left the house softly, under the impression that Tom (who appeared to have the remarkable capacity of being in the house and down in the maple-trees at one and the same time) would stop her if he heard her.
She ran down the lane and over the fields and into the woods, where the Kleiner Berg rose darkly in front of her; so, at last, to the Basin, which rippled and washed on its shore, and tossed up at her feet--_an empty milk-pitcher_! A horrible fear seized her.