d with green ribbon to match the skirt. The sleeves were
slightly fulled, and were finished by very deep cuffs of similar muslin,
midway between the wrist and the elbow. The young lady's hair was
dressed in a small knob behind; it came a little over the forehead at
the front in a point, and flowed down at the sides in slender ringlets.

"Oh, Jenny, are you come? That is right," said she.

"Yes, madam, to serve you," answered Jenny, dropping a courtesy.

"Very good. Here, pick up these pins, and put them into that box. You
must learn to dress me, and dress my hair. Dear me, you have all to
learn! Well, never mind; the best woman living had to begin once."

"Yes, madam," said smiling Jenny.

Mrs Jane sat down before the toilet-table, and with more rapidity than
Jenny could well follow, showed her the articles upon it, and the uses
for which they were designed.

"Here is pearl powder; that is for my forehead. This is rouge, for my
cheeks and lips. Now, mind what you do with them! Don't go and put the
white powder on my cheeks, and the red upon my nose! This is pomatum
for my hair; and this empty box holds my love-locks (you'll have to
learn how to put those in, Jenny); in this bottle is a wash for my face.
I don't dye my hair, nor use oils for my hands--one must draw the line
somewhere. But the other matters you must learn to apply."

Jenny listened in silent amazement. She had never realised till that
moment what an artificial flower her young mistress was.

Her own cosmetics were soap and water; and she was divided between
disgust and admiration at the number of Mrs Jane's beautifiers. Poor
Jenny had no idea that Mrs Jane used a very moderate amount of them, as
contrasted with most fashionable ladies of her day.

"I must have a word with you, Jenny, as to your manners," said Mrs
Jane, more gravely. "I can't do to have you falling in love with
anybody. It would be very inconvenient, and, in fact, there's nobody
here for you. Remember _now_, you are above Featherstone and all the
men-servants; and you must not set your cap at the chaplain, because
he's Mrs Millicent's property."

Above that elegant gentleman, Mr Featherstone! Jenny felt as if she
trod on perfumed air. She was not in the least surprised to be told
that she was not to marry the chaplain; the family chaplain, of whom
there was one in every family of any pretension, was considered a poor
mean creature, whose natural wife was the la