It's only by accident we've heard of it.

If some one had died there normally--and I can't understand how they keep alive in those poky little holes--we should still be having our party, shouldn't we ?" Laura had to say "yes" to that, but she felt it was all wrong.

She sat down on her mother's sofa and pinched the cushion frill.
"Mother, isn't it terribly heartless of us ?" she asked.
"Darling!" Mrs.Sheridan got up and came over to her, carrying the hat.
Before Laura could stop her she had popped it on.

"My child!" said her mother, "the hat is yours.

It's made for you.