She felt her head with her hand.

" Yes, my hair has been done, but when I did it I can't in the least remember.

" She could not believe the evidence of her hand, and went up to the pier glass to see whether she really had done her hair.

She certainly had, but she could not think when she had done it.

"Who's that?" she thought, looking in the looking glass at the swollen face with strangely glittering eyes, that looked in a scared way at her.