I'm no' saying that it's no' exactly what I'd like to hae, but I mauna mak mysel' ridiculous.

Ye'd best give this to somebody young and pretty, say about sixteen.

Where did ye come by it, Freckles?
If there's anything been dropping lately, ye hae forgotten to mention it." "Do you see anything heavenly about that hat ?" queried Freckles, holding it up.
The morning breeze waved the ribbons gracefully, binding one around Freckles' sleeve and the other across his chest, where they caught and clung as if magnetized.
"Yes," said Sarah Duncan.

"It's verra plain and simple, but it juist makes ye feel that it's all of the finest stuff.

It's exactly what I'd call a heavenly hat." "Sure," said Freckles, "for it's belonging to an Angel!" Then he told her about the hat and asked her what he should do with it.
"Take it to her, of course!" said Sarah Duncan.