She talked too -- quite freely ; she was never in the least shy or tongue-tied or awkward in Randall 's company . There she was always at her best , with a delightful feeling of being understood . She wondered if he noticed she had her hair done up . Her eyes shone and her brown face was full of rosy , kissable hues . When he finally turned away homeward , life went flat . Janet decided she was very tired after her long walk and her trying interview . But it did not matter , since she had her love potion . That was so much nicer a name than toad ointment . That night Janet rubbed mutton tallow on her hands . She had never done that before -- she had thought it vain and foolish -- though Avery did it every night . But that afternoon on the pond Randall had said something about the beautiful shape of her pretty slender hands . He had never paid her a compliment before . Her hands were brown and a little hard -- not soft and white like Avery 's . So Janet resorted to the mutton tallow . If one had a scrap of beauty , if only in one 's hands , one might as well take care of it . Having got her ointment , the next thing was to make use of it . This was not so easy -- because , in the first place , it must not be done when there was any danger of Avery 's seeing some other than Randall first -- and it must be done without Avery 's knowing it . The two problems combined were almost too much for Janet . She bided her chance like a watchful cat -- but it did not come . Two weeks went by and it had not come .
XXXXX was getting very desperate .
Avery Janet Randall afternoon first hair night pond potion weeks