then he would have respected me , at least ; I wonder if he ever will , again ? '' Following a sudden impulse , Kitty sprang up , locked the door , and then proceeded to destroy all her little vanities as far as possible . She smoothed out her crimps with a wet and ruthless hand ; fastened up her pretty hair in the simple way Jack liked ; gave her once cherished bonnet a spiteful shake , as she put it on , and utterly extinguished it with a big blue veil . She looped up her dress , leaving no vestige of the now hateful train , and did herself up uncompromisingly in the Quakerish gray shawl Pris had insisted on her taking for the evening . Then she surveyed herself with pensive satisfaction , saying , in the tone of one bent on resolutely mortifying the flesh , -- `` Neat but not gaudy ; I 'm a fright , but I deserve it , and it 's better than being a peacock . '' Kitty had time to feel a little friendless and forlorn , sitting there alone as twilight fell , and amused herself by wondering if Fletcher would come to inquire about her , or show any further interest in her ; yet when the sound of a manly tramp approached , she trembled lest it should be the victim of the fatal facing . The door opened , and with a sigh of relief she saw Jack come in , bearing a pair of new gloves in one hand and a great bouquet of June roses in the other . `` How good of you to bring me these ! They are more refreshing than oceans of tea . You know what I like , Jack ; thank you very much '' cried Kitty , sniffing at her roses with grateful rapture . `` And you know what I like , '' returned Jack , with an approving glance at the altered figure before him . `` I 'll never do so any more , '' murmured Kitty , wondering why she felt bashful all of a sudden , when it was only cousin Jack . `` Now put on your gloves , dear , and come out and hear the music : your train does n't go for two hours yet , and you must n't mope here all that time , '' said Jack , offering his second gift . `` How did you know my size ? '' asked Kitty , putting on the gloves in a hurry ; for though Jack had called her `` dear '' for years , the little word had a new sound to-night . `` I guessed , -- no , I did n't , I had the old ones with me ; they are no good now , are they ? '' and too honest to lie , Jack tried to speak carelessly , though he turned red in the dusk , well knowing that the dirty little gloves were folded away in his left breast-pocket at that identical moment . `` Oh , dear , no ! these fit nicely . I 'm ready , if you do n't mind going with such a fright , '' said Kitty , forgetting her dread of seeing people in her desire to get away from that room , because for the first time in her life she was n't at ease with Jack .
`` I think I like the little gray moth better than the fine butterfly , '' returned XXXXX , who , in spite of his invitation , seemed to find `` moping '' rather pleasant .
Fletcher Jack Kitty Pris breast-pocket crimps first hours second twilight