Where, oh, where are my hat and my carriage now?
The carriage, non est! The hat--I am humbly hoping some little country girl, who has lived a life as barren as mine, will find the remains and retrieve the velvet bow for a hair-ribbon.

As for the man that Leghorn hat was supposed to symbolize, he won't even look my way when I appear in my bobby little sailor.

He's as badly crushed out of existence as my beautiful hat." "You never should have been wearing such a hat to travel in, my dear," murmured Mrs.Jardine.
"Certainly not!" said Kate.

"I knew it.

My sister told me that.
Common sense told me that! But what has that got to do with the fact that I WAS wearing the hat?
I guess I have you there!" "Far from it!" said Mrs.Jardine.