“Was it?”
“Yes,—it was the most sudden thing I ever saw. I thought it was the top of my head at first.”
“Was it spoiled?”
“Well, it wouldn’t do for me again and I don’t really believe it would even do for Lucinda. We didn’t bring it home with us anyhow an’ so its no use talkin’ of it any more. I’m sure I wish I’d brought my other with me. It wasn’t quite as stylish, but it set so good on my head. As it is I ain’t got any bonnet to wear an’ we’re goin’ in a box, Jack says,—I should hate to look wrong in a box.”
“But ladies in boxes do not wear anything,” cried Janice reasuringly.
Aunt Mary jumped.
“Not anything?”
“On their heads.”
“Oh!—Well, then the bonnet half of me’ll be all right, but what shall I wear on the rest of me? I don’t want to look out of fashion, you know. My, but I wish I’d brought my Paisley shawl. I’ve got a Paisley shawl that’s a very rare pattern. There’s cocoanuts in the border and a twisted design of monkeys and their tails done in the center. An’ there ain’t a moth hole in it—not one.”
Janice looked out of the window.