but a girl comes into the tent-and there am i , done up in a turban with a peacock feather borrowed from mr. donaldson , and 'robes of oriental splendor'-that 's the vicar 's dressing gown , all over peacocks it is and yellow as the sun-anyway , i look her over while i pretend to be watching her hand , and i see she 's got her blouse cut down to her breakfast , cheap scent , and earrings down to her shoulders .