I walked about, shaking out my skirts, and thinking of my gracious and graceful manner.

I felt a pardonable curiosity to see this for myself, and, remembering the big glass in Aunt Theresa's room, I stole out to see if I could make use of it unobserved.

But the gentlemen had gone, and I feared that Mrs.Buller might come up-stairs.

In a few minutes, however, the door-bell rang, and I heard the sound of a visitor being ushered into the drawing-room.
I seized the chance, and ran to Aunt Theresa's room.
The mirror was "full length," and no one could see me better than I now saw myself.

Once more I attempted to make expressive eyes, but the result was not favourable to vanity.