Her reflection upset her. She must have put on too much in the uncertain light.
"It's like milk," cried May.
"Don't annoy me."
"Oh, Jenny, it's awful. It's like that canary of Alfie's who died so sudden. It's shocking. What will all my friends say?"
"Who cares about your friends? They're nobody. Besides, it'll be quite all right soon. It's bound to sink in."
"What will Alfie say?"
"Oh, damn Alfie!"
"There's a lady. Now swear."
"Well, you annoy me. It's my own hair, isn't it?"
"Oh, it's your own hair right enough. Nobody else wouldn't own it."