"Here's whar ye git the styles fust hand.

Hev to come from New York to Glenfield to git the reel thing, ye see." "I see!" laughed Hilda, springing lightly from the wagon.
"I'll call for ye in 'bout half an hour;" and with a kindly nod the farmer drove away down the street.
Hildegarde entered the dingy little shop with some misgivings, "I hope I shall find _something_ fresh!" she said to herself; "those things in the window look as if they had been there since the Flood." She quickly made friends with the brisk little milliner, and they were soon turning over the meagre store of hats, trimmed and untrimmed.
"This is _real_ tasty!" said the little woman, lifting with honest pride an alarming structure of green satin, which some straggling cock's feathers were doing their best to hide.
Hilda shuddered, but said pleasantly, "Rather heavy for summer; don't you think so?
It would be better for a winter hat.

What is this ?" she added, drawing from the farthest recesses of the box an untrimmed hat of rough yellow straw.

"I think perhaps this will do, Miss Bean." "Oh my land, no! you don't want _that_!" cried the little milliner, aghast.

"That's only common doin's, anyhow; and it's been in that box three years.