Gloria took off her beret and crammed it into a drawer of her desk.
Gloria put the clay back into the drawer and reached for her beret.
She felt her hair falling about her neck and shoved it up underneath her beret.
These were the first thoughts that she did not confide to Beret.
Mildrid turned pale and stared at Beret, who stared back at her.
Beret drew down her arms once more; she wanted to see her face.
Beret stood in front of her till she was forced to raise her head and look at her.
Beret wondered if her sister had never thought of this till now, and said so.
Beret's message had entirely changed the current of Hans's thoughts.
When she came out of the sœter-house in the morning, Beret was still sleeping.