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It looked better so in front; but as she turned with raised hand-glass it came riding up at the side and back with the movement of her arm. Minna was calling to her from the stairs. She went on to the landing to answer her and found her on the top flight dressed to go out. "Ach!" she whispered as Miriam drew back. "Jetzt mag' ich sie leiden. Now I like you." She ran back to her room.
After Old Grannis and the dentist had gone through the rooms, giving a last look around to see that everything was ready, they returned to McTeague's "Parlors." At the door Old Grannis excused himself. At four o'clock McTeague began to dress, shaving himself first before the hand-glass that was hung against the woodwork of the bay window.
It is richly worth his while, and if he cannot believe in a box which will be shown him as the box Isabel gave Columbus her jewels in merely because he has been shown a reliquary as her hand-glass, so much the worse for him.
Her mind was vagrant, coming and going miserably, from that love of hers which was strangely strong and subtle, to the powder-box with its arsenic-green lid, or the rouge-pot of dirty white china. And by each event it paused and sank, as if benumbed by the increasing frost. Leaning again to put back the hand-glass she fell over too far and dropped it. The glass fell face downwards and was smashed.
She broke off for a long stare into her hand-glass; then finished, casually, "... and on seeing that Roddy is." He asked, "Why Rodney?" in a tone that matched hers; looked at her, widened his eyes, said "Huh!" to himself and, finally, shook his head. "Nothing to it," he pronounced. She said, "Nothing to what?" but abandoned this position as untenable.
"It is no use," answered Fanny, endeavouring to cool her forehead by pressing a little hand-glass against it. "The only thing that does me any good is fresh air and perfect quiet. Oh, the noise here from the street is dreadful! To think that I have to spend the whole evening in a hot room! I can't bear it; it will be too much for me!"
"Well, let it go," returned MacWilliams, gloomily; "but there's been funerals for less than that, let me tell you." A half-hour later MacWilliams appeared in the door and stood gazing attentively at Clay arranging his tie before a hand-glass, and then at himself in his unusual apparel. "No wonder you voted to dress up," he exclaimed finally, in a tone of personal injury.
Sometimes it was on two legs and sometimes on three, the fourth extremity being occupied with a small hand-glass, which it clutched in its left forepaw. On its head, set disreputably awry, was a fine flower-laden bonnet, a little evening affair, belonging to Mrs. Campbell, and around its neck trailed a long sash-ribbon of Laura Windemere's.
Snow, grudgingly; "but 'twon't stay, you know." "Oh, thank you. I love to fix people's hair," exulted Pollyanna, carefully laying down the hand-glass and reaching for a comb.
"But wait just let me show you," she exclaimed, skipping over to the bureau and picking up a small hand-glass. On the way back to the bed she stopped, eyeing the sick woman with a critical gaze. "I reckon maybe, if you don't mind, I'd like to fix your hair just a little before I let you see it," she proposed. "May I fix your hair, please?" "Why, I suppose so, if you want to," permitted Mrs.
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