I shall be kinder glad, for my part, not to see exactly the same old bonnets an' made-over silks that I see every Sunday to home.

I like a change sometimes.

It puts new ideas into your head, an' I feel as if I had spunk enough to stan' it." On Sunday Mrs.Field led her procession of guests into church; and they, in their best black gowns and bonnets, sat listening to the sermon, and looking about with decorous and furtive curiosity.
Mrs.Babcock had a handsome fan with spangles on it, and she fanned herself airily, lifting her head up with the innocent importance of a stranger.
She had quite a fine bonnet, and a new mantle with some beaded fringe on it; when she stirred, it tinkled.

She looked around and did not see another woman with one as handsome.

It was the gala moment of her visit to Elliot.