"I don't know about the future; but I'm going to wear mine to-night."
"What, sleep in that helmet?" I asked.
She laughed. "I'm not thinking about sleep yet. It's just the edge of the evening—in Kermess week. Watch me."
She undid her hair, which is very long and thick, and seems even thicker than it is, if possible, because it is so wavy. Then she plaited it tightly into two braids, and straining, and pulling, and pushing the little ripples and rings back from her face, as well as she could, she managed to put on the helmet. Then she tied the shawl over her shoulders; and as she had on a short dark skirt which was unnoticeable, she looked, for all the world, like a beautiful Frisian girl.
She looked, for all the world, like a beautiful Frisian girl
I told her this, and she said, "Will you be a Frisian girl too, and come out with me to see the Kermess at the time when it's worth seeing?"
I was dreadfully startled, and of course said "No." I had never done anything in disguise, and I never would.
"Very well, then," said Nell, "I'll go alone."