"I should like to see the bonnet. Will you take it out for me?"
"What will your mamma say?"
"Oh, it isn't for her. It is a present the boys and I are going to give Miss Bertha. The bonnet belongs to us, you know."
"I didn't understand that. Then have you got the money for me?"
"The boys will be here very soon with it." Christina's cheeks flushed crimson as she spoke.
"Well, my time is precious," said the young woman, and her tone was sharp again.
She took out the bonnet, and Christina gazed at it admiringly. It certainly was a very striking structure; the red ribbons and plumes and flowers made you hot to look at it!
"The old lady will be seen a mile off when she wears it," said the young woman. "It'll act as a danger signal anywhere!"
Christina did not understand this. She looked at the clock. It was six o'clock. Would the boys ever be back? Then she tried to make more conversation.
"Do you like London?" she asked.