Good-bye, good-bye, old hat!" At the end of this affecting appeal the German rose.

He went to the box at the foot of his bed; out of it he took a black hat, which had evidently been seldom worn and carefully preserved.
"It's not exactly what you may have been accustomed to," he said nervously, putting it down beside the battered chimneypot, "but it might be of some use--a protection to the head, you know." "My friend," said Bonaparte, "you are not following my advice; you are allowing yourself to be reproached on my account.

Do not make yourself unhappy.

No; I shall go bare-headed." "No, no, no!" cried the German energetically.

"I have no use for the hat, none at all.