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Sophie
at
first
felt
mean
to
have
listened
to
Martha
,
but
when
Fanny
did
not
mention
a
wage
,
either
that
evening
or
any
time
later
that
week
,
Sophie
began
to
think
that
Martha
had
been
right
.
“
Maybe
I
am
being
exploited
,
”
she
told
a
hat
she
was
trimming
with
red
silk
and
a
bunch
of
wax
cherries
,
“
but
someone
has
to
do
this
or
there
will
be
no
hats
at
all
to
sell
.
”
She
finished
that
hat
and
started
on
a
stark
black
-
and
-
white
one
,
very
modish
,
and
a
quite
new
thought
came
to
her
.
“
Does
it
matter
if
there
are
no
hats
to
sell
?
”
she
asked
it
.
She
looked
round
at
the
assembled
hats
,
on
stands
or
waiting
in
a
heap
to
be
trimmed
.
“
What
good
are
you
all
?
”
she
asked
them
.
“
You
certainly
aren
’
t
doing
me
a
scrap
of
good
.
”
And
she
was
within
an
ace
of
leaving
the
house
and
settling
out
to
seek
her
fortune
,
until
she
remembered
she
was
the
eldest
and
there
was
no
point
.
She
took
up
the
hat
again
,
sighing
.
She
was
still
discontented
,
alone
in
the
shop
next
morning
,
when
a
very
plain
young
woman
customer
stormed
in
,
whirling
a
pleated
mushroom
bonnet
by
its
ribbons
.
“
Look
at
this
!
”
the
young
lady
shrieked
.
“
You
told
me
this
was
the
same
as
the
bonnet
Jane
Farrier
was
wearing
when
she
met
the
Count
.
And
you
lied
.
Nothing
has
happened
to
me
at
all
!
”
“
I
’
m
not
surprised
,
”
Sophie
said
,
before
she
had
caught
up
with
herself
.
“
If
you
’
re
fool
enough
to
wear
that
bonnet
with
a
face
like
that
,
you
wouldn
’
t
have
the
wit
to
spot
the
King
himself
if
he
came
a
begging
—
if
he
hadn
’
t
turned
to
stone
first
just
at
the
sight
of
you
.
”
The
customer
glared
.
Then
she
threw
the
bonnet
at
Sophie
and
stormed
out
of
the
shop
.
Sophie
carefully
crammed
the
bonnet
into
the
wastebasket
,
panting
rather
.
The
rule
was
:
Lose
your
temper
,
lose
a
customer
.
She
had
just
proven
that
rule
.
It
troubled
her
to
realize
how
very
enjoyable
it
had
been
.
Sophie
had
no
time
to
recover
.
There
was
the
sound
of
wheels
and
horse
hoofs
and
a
carriage
darkened
the
window
.
The
shop
bell
clanged
and
the
grandest
customer
she
had
ever
seen
sailed
in
,
with
a
sable
wrap
drooping
from
her
elbows
and
diamonds
winking
all
over
her
dense
black
dress
.
Sophie
’
s
eyes
went
to
the
lady
’
s
wide
hat
first
—
real
ostrich
plume
dyed
to
reflect
the
pinks
and
greens
and
blues
winking
in
the
diamonds
and
yet
still
look
black
.
This
was
a
wealthy
hat
.
The
lady
’
s
face
was
carefully
beautiful
.
The
chestnut
brown
hair
made
her
seem
young
,
but
…
Sophie
’
s
eyes
took
in
the
young
man
who
followed
the
lady
in
,
a
slightly
formless
-
faced
person
with
reddish
hair
,
quite
well
dressed
,
but
pale
and
obviously
upset
.
He
stared
at
Sophie
with
a
kind
of
beseeching
horror
.
He
was
clearly
younger
than
the
lady
.
Sophie
was
puzzled
.
“
Miss
Hatter
?
”
the
lady
asked
in
a
musical
but
commanding
voice
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
Sophie
.
The
man
looked
more
upset
than
ever
.
Perhaps
the
lady
was
his
mother
.
