As they began to move slowly along the road, a whole crowd of hats came into view, hats of all kinds and shapes.

There was Morten's new hat fresh from Paris, and the well-known broad brim of Dean Sparre.

There were hats of the old chimney-pot shape, with scarcely any brim at all, while others had brims which hung over almost like the roof of a Swiss cottage.

Some hats had a red tinge when they came into the glare of the sunshine, while others were brushed as smooth as velvet.

Twenty years' changing fashions were blended together like a packet of "mixed drops." Only old Anders was still constant to his cap, which was covered with pitch as usual.