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“
Lettie
’
s
bad
for
custom
,
”
she
told
the
bonnet
,
pleating
away
at
the
mushroom
-
colored
silk
.
“
She
would
make
even
you
look
glamorous
,
you
dowdy
old
thing
.
Other
ladies
look
at
Lettie
and
despair
.
”
Sophie
talked
to
hats
more
and
more
as
weeks
went
by
.
There
was
no
one
else
much
to
talk
to
.
Fanny
was
out
bargaining
,
or
trying
to
whip
up
custom
,
much
of
the
day
,
and
Bessie
was
busy
serving
and
telling
everyone
her
wedding
plans
.
Sophie
got
into
the
habit
of
putting
each
hat
on
the
stand
as
she
finished
it
,
where
it
sat
almost
looking
like
a
head
without
a
body
,
and
pausing
while
she
told
the
hat
what
the
body
under
it
ought
to
be
like
.
She
flattered
the
hats
a
bit
,
because
you
should
flatter
customers
.
“
You
have
mysterious
allure
,
”
she
told
one
that
was
all
veiling
with
hidden
twinkles
.
To
a
wide
,
creamy
hat
with
roses
under
the
brim
,
she
said
,
“
You
are
going
to
have
to
marry
money
!
”
and
to
a
caterpillar
-
green
straw
with
a
curly
green
feather
she
said
,
“
You
are
young
as
a
spring
leaf
.
”
She
told
pink
bonnets
they
had
dimpled
charm
and
smart
hats
trimmed
with
velvet
that
they
were
witty
.
She
told
the
mushroom
-
pleated
bonnet
,
“
You
have
a
heart
of
gold
and
someone
in
a
high
position
will
see
it
and
fall
in
love
with
you
.
”
This
was
because
she
was
sorry
for
that
particular
bonnet
.
It
looked
so
fussy
and
plain
.
Jane
Farrier
came
into
the
shop
next
day
and
bought
it
.
Her
hair
did
look
a
little
strange
,
Sophie
thought
,
peeping
out
of
her
alcove
,
as
if
Jane
had
wound
it
round
a
row
of
pokers
.
It
seemed
a
pity
she
had
chosen
that
bonnet
.
But
everyone
seemed
to
be
buying
hats
and
bonnets
around
then
.
Maybe
it
was
Fanny
’
s
sales
talk
or
maybe
it
was
spring
coming
on
,
but
the
hat
trade
was
definitely
picking
up
.
Fanny
began
to
say
,
a
little
guiltily
,
“
I
think
I
shouldn
’
t
have
been
in
such
a
hurry
to
get
Martha
and
Lettie
placed
out
.
At
this
rate
we
might
have
managed
.
”
There
was
so
much
custom
as
April
drew
on
towards
May
Day
that
Sophie
had
to
put
on
a
demure
gray
dress
and
help
in
the
shop
too
.
But
such
was
the
demand
that
she
was
hard
at
trimming
hats
in
between
customers
,
and
every
evening
she
took
them
next
door
to
the
house
,
where
she
worked
by
lamplight
far
into
the
night
in
order
to
have
hats
to
sell
the
next
day
.
Caterpillar
-
green
hats
like
the
one
the
Mayor
’
s
wife
had
were
much
called
for
,
and
so
were
pink
bonnets
.
Then
,
the
week
before
May
Day
,
someone
came
in
and
asked
for
one
with
mushroom
pleats
like
the
one
Jane
Farrier
had
been
wearing
when
she
ran
off
with
the
Count
of
Catterack
.
That
night
,
as
she
sewed
,
Sophie
admitted
to
herself
that
her
life
was
rather
dull
.
Instead
of
talking
to
the
hats
,
she
tried
each
one
on
as
she
finished
it
and
looked
in
the
mirror
.
This
was
a
mistake
.
The
staid
gray
dress
did
not
suit
Sophie
,
particularly
when
her
eyes
were
red
-
rimmed
with
sewing
,
and
,
since
her
hair
was
a
reddish
straw
color
,
neither
did
caterpillar
-
green
nor
pink
.
The
one
with
the
mushroom
pleats
simply
made
her
look
dreary
.
“
Like
an
old
maid
!
”
said
Sophie
.
Not
that
she
wanted
to
race
off
with
counts
,
like
Jane
Farrier
,
or
even
fancied
half
the
town
offering
her
marriage
,
like
Lettie
.
But
she
wanted
to
do
something
—
she
was
not
sure
what
—
that
had
a
bit
more
interest
to
it
than
simply
trimming
hats
.
She
thought
she
would
find
time
next
day
to
go
and
talk
to
Lettie
.
But
she
did
not
go
.
Either
she
could
not
find
the
time
,
or
she
could
not
find
the
energy
,
or
it
seemed
a
great
distance
to
Market
Square
,
or
she
remembered
that
on
her
own
she
was
in
danger
from
Wizard
Howl
—
anyway
,
every
day
it
seemed
more
difficult
to
go
and
see
her
sister
.
It
was
very
odd
.
Sophie
had
always
thought
she
was
nearly
as
strong
-
minded
as
Lettie
.
Now
she
was
finding
that
there
were
some
things
she
could
only
do
when
there
were
no
excuses
left
.
“
This
is
absurd
!
”
Sophie
said
.
“
Market
Square
is
only
two
streets
away
.
If
I
run
—
”
And
she
swore
to
herself
she
would
go
round
to
Cesari
’
s
when
the
hat
shop
was
closed
for
May
Day
.
