Read the excerpt below and answer the question.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached
below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly.
Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle
still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.