Finally she went over to her bed, and, turning the covers back from one corner, began ripping a seam in the mattress.

When the opening was wide enough she put in her thumb and finger and pulled out a handful of the curled hair.

"I can easily put it back when I have used it, and sew up the hole in the mattress," she said to her conscience.
"My! This is exactly what I needed." The hair was mixed, white and black, coarse and curly as a negro's wool.
She covered the top of the pasteboard head with it, and was so pleased that she added long beard and fierce mustache to the already hideous mouth.

When that was all done she took it into a dark closet and lighted the candle.

The monster's head glared at her from the depth of the closet, and she skipped back and forth in front of it, wringing her hands in delight.
"Oh, if Jack could only see it! If he could only see it!" she kept exclaiming.