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Sophie
of
course
knew
the
hat
trade
quite
well
already
.
Since
she
was
a
tiny
child
she
had
run
in
and
out
of
the
big
workshed
across
the
yard
where
the
hats
were
damped
and
molded
on
blocks
,
and
flowers
and
fruit
and
other
trimmings
were
made
from
wax
and
silk
.
She
knew
the
people
who
worked
there
.
Most
of
them
had
been
there
when
her
father
was
a
boy
.
She
knew
Bessie
,
the
only
remaining
shop
assistant
.
She
knew
the
customers
who
bought
the
hats
and
the
man
who
drove
the
cart
which
fetched
raw
straw
hats
in
from
the
country
to
be
shaped
on
the
blocks
in
the
shed
.
She
knew
the
other
suppliers
and
how
you
made
felt
for
winter
hats
.
There
was
not
really
much
that
Fanny
could
teach
her
,
except
perhaps
the
best
way
to
get
a
customer
to
buy
a
hat
.
“
You
lead
up
to
the
right
hat
,
love
,
”
Fanny
said
.
“
Show
them
the
ones
that
won
’
t
quite
do
first
,
so
they
know
the
difference
as
soon
as
they
put
the
right
one
on
.
”
In
fact
,
Sophie
did
not
sell
hats
very
much
.
After
a
day
or
so
observing
in
the
workshed
,
and
another
day
going
round
the
clothier
and
the
silk
merchant
’
s
with
Fanny
,
Fanny
set
her
to
trimming
hats
.
Sophie
sat
in
a
small
alcove
at
the
back
of
the
shop
,
sewing
roses
to
bonnets
and
veiling
to
velours
,
lining
all
of
them
with
silk
and
arranging
wax
fruit
and
ribbons
stylishly
on
the
outsides
.
She
was
good
at
it
.
She
quite
liked
doing
it
.
But
she
felt
so
isolated
and
a
little
dull
.
The
workshop
people
were
too
old
to
be
much
fun
and
,
besides
,
they
treated
her
as
someone
apart
who
was
going
to
inherit
the
business
someday
.
Bessie
treated
her
the
same
way
.
Bessie
’
s
only
talk
anyway
was
about
the
farmer
she
was
going
to
marry
the
week
after
May
Day
.
Sophie
rather
envied
Fanny
,
who
could
bustle
off
to
bargain
with
the
silk
merchant
whenever
she
wanted
.
The
most
interesting
thing
was
the
talk
from
the
customers
.
Nobody
can
buy
a
hat
without
gossiping
.
Sophie
sat
in
her
alcove
and
stitched
and
heard
that
the
Mayor
never
would
eat
green
vegetables
,
and
that
Wizard
Howl
’
s
castle
had
moved
round
to
the
cliffs
again
,
really
that
man
,
whisper
,
whisper
,
whisper
…
.
The
voices
always
dropped
low
when
they
talked
of
Wizard
Howl
,
but
Sophie
gathered
that
he
had
caught
a
girl
down
the
valley
last
month
.
“
Bluebeard
!
”
said
the
whispers
,
and
then
became
voices
again
to
say
that
Jane
Farrier
was
a
perfect
disgrace
the
way
she
did
her
hair
.
That
was
one
who
would
never
attract
even
Wizard
Howl
,
let
alone
a
respectable
man
.
Then
there
would
be
a
fleeting
,
fearful
whisper
about
the
Witch
of
the
Waste
.
Sophie
began
to
feel
that
Wizard
Howl
and
the
Witch
of
the
Waste
should
get
together
.
“
They
seem
to
be
made
for
one
another
.
Someone
ought
to
arrange
a
match
,
”
she
remarked
to
the
hat
she
was
trimming
at
that
moment
.
But
by
the
end
of
the
month
the
gossip
in
the
shop
was
suddenly
all
about
Lettie
.
Cesari
’
s
,
it
seemed
,
was
packed
with
gentlemen
from
morning
to
night
,
each
one
buying
quantities
of
cakes
and
demanding
to
be
served
by
Lettie
.
She
had
ten
proposals
of
marriage
,
ranging
in
quality
from
the
Mayor
’
s
son
to
the
lad
who
swept
the
streets
,
and
she
had
refused
them
all
,
saying
she
was
too
young
to
make
up
her
mind
yet
.
“
I
call
that
sensible
of
her
,
”
Sophie
said
to
the
bonnet
she
was
pleating
silk
into
.
Fanny
was
pleased
with
this
news
.
“
I
knew
she
’
d
be
all
right
!
”
she
said
happily
.
It
occurred
to
Sophie
that
Fanny
was
glad
Lettie
was
no
longer
around
.
