‘Oh, that doesn’t matter,’ he laughed, and he put it on.
‘But I don’t like to see you in it,’ I persisted.
‘Well, you’ll stand it this afternoon, my angel, and I’ll get another to-morrow.’
‘Haven’t you got another one here?’ I asked, with discontent.
‘No,’ and he laughed again.
‘But, dear—’ I pouted.
He seemed suddenly to realize that as a fact I did not like the hat.
‘Come here,’ he said, charmingly grave; and he led me by the hand into his bedroom, which was littered with clothes, small parcels, boots, and brushes. One chair was overturned.
‘Heavens!’ I muttered, pretending to be shocked at the disorder.
He drew, me to a leather box of medium size.