Then, frightened at what she had done, she
crept back to her place in the hall, and sat there, burdened with
remorse.
A servant came just then to lead her upstairs; for Miss Belle wished
the hat altered, and must give directions. With her heart in a
flutter, and pinker roses in her cheeks than the one in her pocket,
Lizzie followed to a handsome room, where a pretty girl stood before
a long mirror with the hat in her hand.
"Tell Madame Tifany that I don't like it at all, for she hasn't put
in the blue plume mamma ordered; and I won't have rose-buds, they
are so common," said the young lady, in a dissatisfied tone, as she
twirled the hat about.
"Yes, miss," was all Lizzie could say; for SHE considered that hat
the loveliest thing a girl could possibly own.
"You had better ask your mamma about it, Miss Belle, before you give
any orders. She will be up in a few moments, and the girl can wait,"
put in a maid, who was sewing in the ante-room.
"I suppose I must; but I WON'T have roses," answered Belle, crossly.
Then she glanced at Lizzie, and said more gently, "You look very
cold; come and sit by the fire while you wait.
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