A piece of paper was attached to it, on which was written in Puggy's best handwriting:
"With love, from the United Kingdom."
Her face was a curious mixture of astonishment, pleasure, and—if I must say it—of horror, as she looked from the bonnet to the two excited children.
"Did you really buy this for me in London? A real London bonnet! How very, very kind of you, dears!"
"It was Blanche and Dawn who thought of it," said Christina; "and we all chose it; we chose the very best!"
"Yes," put in Puggy; "and we knew you would like a cheerful kind of colour, and you'll look tiptop next Sunday in church. You'll promise us faithfully to wear it, won't you? We got into rather a fix over it; but it's all right now, and we're to write a long letter to Dawn to tell him how you look. Do try it on now!"
"I'm only afraid, dears, that it is too grand for me," said poor Miss Bertha. "Yes, I will go upstairs and try it on certainly!"
She was gone some minutes, and when she came back with the startling erection on the top of her sweet grey hair, she looked as if she were just going to sit down in the dentist's chair and have two of her front teeth out.
But the children were delighted, except that Christina said:
"I have never seen you look so grand before. You look quite different somehow."