"Your face is all tear stained.
You've been crying, yourself." "Roaring in a pillow," admitted Kate.
"But my dear, forgive me! I was so upset with that dreadful woman.
Forgive me for not having seen that you, too, are in trouble.

Won't you please tell me ?" "Of course," said Kate.

"I lost my new hat." "But, my dear! Crying over a hat?
When it is so easy to get another?
How foolish!" said the woman.
"Yes, but you didn't see the hat," said Kate.

"And it will be far from easy to get another, with this one not paid for yet.

I'm only one season removed from sunbonnets, so I never should have bought it at all." The woman moved in bed, and taking one of Kate's long, crinkly braids, she drew the wealth of gold through her fingers repeatedly.
"Tell me about your hat," she said.
So to humour this fragile woman, and to keep from thinking of her own trouble, Kate told the story of her Leghorn hat and ostrich plume, and many things besides, for she was not her usual terse self with her new friend who had to be soothed to forgetfulness.
Kate ended: "I was all wrong to buy such a hat in the first place.