Them shapes ain't worn now." "Never mind!" said Hilda, merrily; "it is perfectly fresh, and I like the shape.

Just wait till you see it trimmed, Miss Bean.

May I rummage a little among your drawers?
I will not toss the things about." A piece of dotted mull and a bunch of soft pink roses rewarded her search; and with these and a bit of rose-colored ribbon she proceeded to make the rough straw into so dainty and bewitching a thing that Miss Bean sat fairly petrified with amazement on her little hair-cloth sofa in the back shop.

"Why! why!" she said.

"If that ain't the beat of all! It's the tastiest hat I ever see.