"I felt all the time that the mother would have to give in.

What on earth did she let her take those big black wings for?
Two of those little yellow sugar birds would have been better for a child's hat.

The idea of letting a youngster rule you that way! My!" and then she took another deep breath.

"She needs a trouncing, if ever a child did," and with that she and her friend resumed their shopping.
The cloud had vanished from Elsie's face, and all was serene again.
Her mother seemed somewhat ashamed of her little girl's bad manners, as was shown by her apologetic air when she observed to the trimmer that Elsie was as queer a child as ever lived.

When she set her mind on a thing, it was so hard for her to give it up.
They waited for the new hat to be trimmed, and on its completion Elsie seized it and put it on her head, much against her mother's wishes, who preferred not to have it displayed until the next day at Sunday-school; but the insistence of the child was so vehement that again the mother thought it wise to yield, and Elsie tripped off in triumph to the other end of the store with the black wings showing out stiffly on each side of her head.