She would have liked Celia--Celia, smiling at herself in the glass--to know suddenly what was in store for her! She saw in imagination the colour die from the cheeks, the eyes stare wide with terror.
"Celie! Celie!" Again the impatient voice rang up the stairs, as Helene pinned the girl's hat upon her fair head.

Celie sprang up, took a quick step or two towards the door, and stopped in dismay.

The swish of her long satin train must betray her.

She caught up the dress and tried again.
Even so, the rustle of it was heard.
"I shall have to be very careful.

You will help me, Helene ?" "Of course, mademoiselle.