Then I'd empty all that scent down the drain, and wear any sort of gloves except those kid ones you have had cleaned so often." "And my hat ?" she asked with trembling lips.

"What about my hat?
Don't leave that out." "Burn it," he replied eagerly, "feathers and all.

They've been dyed, haven't they?
more than once, and I think their present color is their worst.

It must be very uncomfortable to wear, too, with all those pins sticking out of it.

Colored glass they are made of, aren't they?
They are not pretty, you know.