I laughed and laughed, and I kept waking up and laughing.
"Then--oh, did Joy tell you about my hat?
I suppose you'll be sorry, but I don't believe you can help laughing possibly.

I just lost it out of the car window, looking at a boy out in the river standing on its head.

I mean the boy was on his head, not the river, and I had to come into Boston tied up in a handkerchief.

Father hurried off to get me a new hat, 'cause there wasn't any time for me to go with him, and what _do_ you suppose he bought?
I don't think you'd ever get over it, if you were to see it.

It was a white turban with a black edge rolled up, and a great fringe of _blue beads_ and a _green feather_! He said he bought it at the first milliner's he came to, and I should think he did.