She slept in a tiny room
just at the back of her mother's; it was sparsely furnished, and had a
sloping roof at one side. The chest of drawers also did duty as a
dressing-table, and there was a small square of looking-glass placed on
the top. Susy had secured a candle in a tin candlestick, with which she
had lighted herself to her bedroom, but when she got there she had no
intention of putting up with such feeble illumination. She first of all
drew the bolt to secure herself against intrusion, and then stepping on
tiptoe, she unlocked a drawer and took from it several ends of candle
which she had collected from time to time. These she stuck on the
dressing-table, and when she had made her little garret almost as bright
as day she unfolded her pale-blue blouse. She bent low over her
treasure, examining the blue embroidery, which was rendered still more
fascinating with small stitches of pink silk, looking with ecstacy at
the real lace round the neck and cuffs and finally pressing the delicate
color against her blooming cheek.
Susy Hopkins was quite an ordinary-looking little girl. Her nose was
decidedly snub, her mouth wide; but her eyes were dark and bright, and
she had fairly good eyebrows. She had a low forehead, rather nice curly
hair, and a high color in her cheeks.
"In this blouse I shall look a positive beauty," she thought. "Won't Tom
respect me when he sees me in it on Sunday? I must try it on now; I
really must.
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