There was an elegant fur-trimmed cloak, a pair of dainty shoes, and a muff that she caught up with a shriek of delight.
"What kind of a thing is this ?" grumbled the Colonel, as he took out a hat that had been carefully packed in one corner of the box.

"I told them to send the most stylish thing they had.

It looks like a scarecrow," he continued, as he set it askew on the child's head.
She snatched it off to look at it herself.

"Oh, it's jus' like Emma Louise Wyfo'd's!" she exclaimed.

"You didn't put it on straight.