I guess you'd better believe I felt nice going all the way to New York in it.
This morning I ripped off the blue fringe the very first thing, and went into Broadway (isn't it a big street?
and I never saw such tall policemen with so many whiskers and such a lot of ladies to be helped across) and bought some black velvet ribbon with a white edge to match the straw; the green feather wasn't nice enough to wear.

I knew I oughtn't to have lost the other, and father paid five dollars for this horrid old thing, so I thought I wouldn't take it to a milliner.

I just trimmed it up myself in a rosette, and it doesn't look so badly after all.

But oh, my pretty brown feather! Isn't it a shame?
"Father took us to the Aspinwall picture-gallery to-day.

Joy didn't care about it, but I liked it ever so much, only there were ever so many Virgin Marys up in the clouds, that looked as if they'd been washed out and hung up to dry.