I couldn't tie them, of course, being paper; but Bessy's aunt doesn't tie her bonnet.

She wears it like a helmet, to shade her eyes.

I shall wear mine so too.

It will be all Marigold, won't it, dear?
Front _and_ crown; and the white string going back over one shoulder and the canary string over the other.

They might be pinned together behind, perhaps, if they were in my way.