The next morning, at an early hour, her chamber door was opened with great suddenness, and no preparation, and Mrs. Mittin tript nimbly into the room, with a hat in her hand.
'Look here! my dear Miss Tyrold,' cried she, 'for now that other young lady has told me your name, and I writ it down upon paper, that I might not forget it again: look at your hat now! Did you ever see anything so much improved for the better? I declare nobody would know it! Miss Dennel says it's as pretty again as it was at first. I'll go and shew it to the other lady.'
Away she went, triumphant, with the trophy of her notability; but presently returned, saying, 'Do, pray, Miss Tyrold, write me down that other lady's name upon a scrap of paper. It always goes out of my head. And one looks as if one knew nobody, when, one forgets people's names.'
Camilla complied, and expressed her shame to have caused her so much trouble.
'O, my dear, it's none at all. I got all the things at Mrs. Tillden's.'
'Who is Mrs. Tillden?' cried Camilla, staring.
'Why the milliner. Don't you know that?'
'What things?' asked Camilla, alarmed.
'Why these, my dear; don't you see? Why it's all new, except just the hat itself, and the feathers.'