Of course there are all sorts of prides, and it did seem wrong to hurt Miss Donnithorne, and the temptation to look nice was great. So I said softly, "I will wear it to-morrow--yes, I will wear it to-morrow-- because you wish me to." "Then you are a darling child," said Miss Donnithorne. She gave a great sigh of relief, jumped up from her seat, and kissed me. Soon after that, being very tired with the adventures of the day, I went to bed. How delicious that bed was--so warm, so white, so inviting! How gaily the fire blazed in the grate, sending up little jets of flame, and filling the room with a sense of comfort! Miss Donnithorne came in, and saw that I had hot water and everything I required, and left me. I undressed slowly, in the midst of my unwonted luxury. Perhaps if I lived always with Miss Donnithorne I should be a different sort of girl; I might even grow up less of a Dumps. But of course not. Nothing could lengthen my nose, or shorten my upper lip, or make me big. I must make up my mind to be quite the plainest girl it had ever been my own misfortune to meet. For I had met myself at last in the looking-glass in Miss Donnithorne's bedroom; myself _and_ myself had come face to face. In the midst of my pleasure a scalding tear rolled down one of my cheeks at the memory of that poor reflection. I had been proud to be called Rachel, but now I was almost glad that most of my world knew me as Dumps. Notwithstanding these small worries, however, I slept like a top, and woke in the morning to see Nancy busy lighting the fire. "Oh dear!" I said, "I don't want a fire to dress by." "Yes, you do, miss, to-day, for it's bitter cold," said Nancy. She soon had a nice fire blazing; she then brought me in a comfortable hot bath, and finally a little tray with a cup of tea and a thin slice of bread-and-butter. "Now, miss," she said, "you can get up and dress slowly. Missis said she won't have breakfast until a quarter to nine this morning, and it is only a quarter to eight now. And, miss, them are the clothes. They're all beautifully aired, and ready to put on, and missis says that you'll understand." Really it was exciting. It seemed to me that I had been wafted into Fairyland. I sipped my tea and ate my bread-and-butter, and thought what a delightful place Fairyland was, and that, after all, none of the children's books had half described its glories. I then got up and dressed luxuriously, and at last turned to the chair on which lay the costume I was to wear that day. There was a very pretty skirt of a rich dark-blue; it was trimmed all round the edge with grey fur, and I did not think that in all my life I had ever seen anything quite so lovely. It had even further advantages, for when I walked it made a swishing sound, and raising the skirt, I saw that it was lined with silk.