But the strangest metamorphosis has taken place in the cup.

I left it one morning as I describe, for you know I always dust my best china myself.

Two days after, when I looked at it again, the shepherdess's attire was changed--she had on no longer the pea-green dress over the salmon, but a _salmon_ dress over a _pea-green_ slip.

Did you ever hear anything so strange, Nelly ?' "I turned away my head, children; I dared not look at my grandmother.
What should I say?
This was the end of my concealment.

It had done _no_ good--grandmother must know it all now, I could hide it no longer, and she would be far, far more angry than if at the first I had bravely confessed my disobedience and its consequences.