Feathers were fashionable, and feathers she must have.

Might not one "as well be out of the world as out of the fashion"?
All this dreadful traffic in my murdered comrades, and their display in the glass cases as well as on the heads of the customers, naturally made me very sad, and I now looked with aversion at every woman who entered the store.

But that all were not heartless fiends who were robed in feminine garb I found out another day when a daintily dressed lady came in to purchase a winter hat.

The contents of the glass cases were looked over critically for some time before she selected one which she tried on before the long mirror.

The milliner, who deftly adjusted it for her, tipping it first forward a little, then setting it back a trifle, stood off now to view the effect, at the same time assuring her how beautiful it was, and how vastly becoming to her.
"I like this hat very much," said the lady; "or at least I shall like it when the bird is taken off." "You think the oriole too gay?
Orange is quite the vogue," answered the milliner, who seemed reluctant to make any change, and yet was anxious to please her customer.