I requested her to get ready as quickly as possible, and she passed into the room in which she always changed her dress.

But before going out she asked me what she was to get into this time.
"It's the Russian princess, don't you know ?" I answered; "the one with the 'golden eyes,' in black velvet, for the long thing in the CHEAPSIDE." "Golden eyes?
I SAY!" cried Miss Churm, while my companions watched her with intensity as she withdrew.

She always arranged herself, when she was late, before I could turn round; and I kept my visitors a little on purpose, so that they might get an idea, from seeing her, what would be expected of themselves.

I mentioned that she was quite my notion of an excellent model--she was really very clever.
"Do you think she looks like a Russian princess ?" Major Monarch asked with lurking alarm.
"When I make her, yes." "Oh if you have to MAKE her--!" he reasoned, not without point.
"That's the most you can ask.

There are so many who are not makeable." "Well now, HERE'S a lady"-- and with a persuasive smile he passed his arm into his wife's--"who's already made!" "Oh I'm not a Russian princess," Mrs.Monarch protested a little coldly.
I could see she had known some and didn't like them.