|The Time-consuming Ringlets|
So she took a nap.
When she awoke, she decided, "yes", she would go. She only needed five minutes for makeup and an hour to fix her hair. No problem. That just made us an hour late for the ball.
As I drove madly away from the house, she produced one black glove and sadly announced that she couldn't find the other. "What about your dance shoes?" I asked.
|Emma wore glass slippers so delicately wrought that they appear invisible. . .|
|but doesn't her hair look good!|