Then she looked attentively downwards.

It was not at the bird, nor at the cat; it was at an oblong package tied in paper, and lying between them.

She turned her head to learn if the waggoner were coming.

He was not yet in sight; and her eyes crept back to the package, her thoughts seeming to run upon what was inside it.

At length she drew the article into her lap, and untied the paper covering; a small swing looking-glass was disclosed, in which she proceeded to survey herself attentively.