CHAPTER VI.
AN ACCIDENT AND ITS RESULTS.
With ill-concealed impatience did Miss
Semaphore await her usual hour for retiring.
With a sense of agreeable expectancy did
she at last seat herself in her room before
the looking-glass and proceed to brush out
her scanty tresses. In the open drawer of
the table reposed the abundant coils that
graced by day the back of her head. As
she brushed, she reflected that expensive
though the Water of Youth undoubtedly
was, it would at any rate spare her buying
"Jetoline," her favourite dye, for many years
to come. Women, guilty of a great extravagance,
always find comfort in meditating
small economies.
Her thoughts next turned to Toutou, and his marvellous recovery of vigour and gaiety. She wondered if her spirits would become
