Even in such an outlandish costume, was what she had started to say.

She had seen Betty as the child stepped off the train, but had not given her a second glance, as it never occurred to her that the little guest she had come to meet would travel in a sunbonnet.
But Betty was blissfully unconscious of her appearance.

As they crossed the city to a suburban depot, she was so interested in the mysteries of the trolley-car on which they rode, so absorbed by the great show-windows they passed, and so amazed by the city sights and sounds on every hand, that she was not conscious of the fact that she even had a head.

It might have been bald for all she was concerned about the covering of it.
The Little Colonel was waiting in the carriage at the depot when Mrs.
Sherman and Betty stepped off the train at Lloydsboro Valley.

Rob Moore had come down, too, curious for a glimpse at the first arrival.