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"
There
,
"
she
said
,
pinning
a
rose
to
one
side
of
the
hat
.
Never
had
she
felt
so
happy
!
Never
in
her
life
!
But
that
was
still
more
ridiculous
,
Septimus
said
.
Now
the
poor
woman
looked
like
a
pig
at
a
fair
.
(
Nobody
ever
made
her
laugh
as
Septimus
did
.
)
What
had
she
got
in
her
work-box
?
She
had
ribbons
and
beads
,
tassels
,
artificial
flowers
.
She
tumbled
them
out
on
the
table
.
He
began
putting
odd
colours
together
--
for
though
he
had
no
fingers
,
could
not
even
do
up
a
parcel
,
he
had
a
wonderful
eye
,
and
often
he
was
right
,
sometimes
absurd
,
of
course
,
but
sometimes
wonderfully
right
.
"
She
shall
have
a
beautiful
hat
!
"
he
murmured
,
taking
up
this
and
that
,
Rezia
kneeling
by
his
side
,
looking
over
his
shoulder
.
Now
it
was
finished
--
that
is
to
say
the
design
;
she
must
stitch
it
together
.
But
she
must
be
very
,
very
careful
,
he
said
,
to
keep
it
just
as
he
had
made
it
.
So
she
sewed
.
When
she
sewed
,
he
thought
,
she
made
a
sound
like
a
kettle
on
the
hob
;
bubbling
,
murmuring
,
always
busy
,
her
strong
little
pointed
fingers
pinching
and
poking
;
her
needle
flashing
straight
.
The
sun
might
go
in
and
out
,
on
the
tassels
,
on
the
wall-paper
,
but
he
would
wait
,
he
thought
,
stretching
out
his
feet
,
looking
at
his
ringed
sock
at
the
end
of
the
sofa
;
he
would
wait
in
this
warm
place
,
this
pocket
of
still
air
,
which
one
comes
on
at
the
edge
of
a
wood
sometimes
in
the
evening
,
when
,
because
of
a
fall
in
the
ground
,
or
some
arrangement
of
the
trees
(
one
must
be
scientific
above
all
,
scientific
)
,
warmth
lingers
,
and
the
air
buffets
the
cheek
like
the
wing
of
a
bird
.
"
There
it
is
,
"
said
Rezia
,
twirling
Mrs.
Peters
'
hat
on
the
tips
of
her
fingers
.
"
That
'll
do
for
the
moment
.
Later
...
"
her
sentence
bubbled
away
drip
,
drip
,
drip
,
like
a
contented
tap
left
running
.
It
was
wonderful
.
Never
had
he
done
anything
which
made
him
feel
so
proud
.
It
was
so
real
,
it
was
so
substantial
,
Mrs.
Peters
'
hat
.
"
Just
look
at
it
,
"
he
said
.
Yes
,
it
would
always
make
her
happy
to
see
that
hat
.
He
had
become
himself
then
,
he
had
laughed
then
.
They
had
been
alone
together
.
Always
she
would
like
that
hat
.
