"Well, it's only a quarter to twelve."
"Who cares?"
"Don't say that to me."
"I shall say what I like, and I'm going to bed."
May, however, was wide awake when Jenny reached their room; so the deed had to be postponed. May, elated by her sister's unaccustomed earliness, chattered profusely, and it was two o'clock in the morning before she fell asleep. Then Jenny crept out of bed and by the faintest glimmer of gaslight achieved the transformation.
She woke up in the morning to May's cries of disgust.
"Oh, you sight! Whatever have you done?"
"Don't make such a shocking noise. I've gone fair."
"Gone fair!" exclaimed her sister. "Gone white, you mean. Get up and look at yourself. You look terrible."
"What do you mean?" asked Jenny. "Here, give me hold of the hand-glass."