Then her pride reasserted itself; she raised her head proudly and laughed at her anxious gaze.
There was still her new hat.

She took it from the bed and put it on, sticking big pins into it, moving back from the mirror, then forward again, turning her back, standing on her toes, suddenly bowing to herself and waving her hand.
She was caught thus, laughing into the mirror, by old Martha, who pushed her sour face through the door and said: "They've been waiting this long time for you, Miss." "All right, Martha," Maggie answered sharply, annoyed that she should be found, posturing and bowing, by the woman.

"Why didn't you knock ?" "I did knock, Miss.

You were that occupied you didn't hear me." The old woman was grinning.
Maggie went downstairs, her heart still beating, her cheeks still flushed.

She did hope that Aunt Anne would be pleased.