When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason.She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love.Which is always a tremendous task,dear friends-a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny,closelying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy.She looked at her reflection in the mirror long,carefully,and critically.