ABSTRACT
The greater part of the following morning was employed in dressing Mary like a doll. At first they put her on a pair of stiff stays, and, as she had never worn stays with bones in them before, she seemed in fetters, and could hardly draw her breath. Then the hair-dresser came, he put her hair in papers, which used to flow in natural locks on her neck and shoulders, twisted them very hard, and pinched them with hot irons. Poor Mary trembled, because she expected every moment that the hot irons would touch her forehead or cheeks. Every moment she asked if it would not soon be done? but he begged her to have patience, and after curling and frizzing / her hair above an hour, he bid her look in the glass, and she saw a little face peeping out of a curled wig. She had then a silk slip laced tight to her shape, and over it a long gauze dress so stuck out with trimmings and artificial flowers that she could scarcely move, she was so incumbered with finery.
