"No, I was going to; but she took hold of the man's arm and made him turn sharp round with her into one of the side streets. Yet I feel sure that she saw me," Dora said.
"Are you sure that you saw her?" Peggy asked. "I mean, did you not mistake some one else for Cousin Agneta?"
"As if I should!" Dora said with an injured air. "Surely I may be supposed to know my own cousin, when she was staying here only a few weeks ago."
"How was she dressed?" I asked.
"I don't know what her dress was like," Dora replied, "but she had on a grey hat with pink roses under the brim."
"Agneta does not possess a grey hat," I said, with a sense of relief, "so you must have made a mistake."
"If you had said a red hat, now!" suggested Peggy.
"I don't care what you like to say," Dora protested, "I know it was Cousin Agneta. She may have bought a new hat."
"Since yesterday?" I said.
"Why not?" demanded Dora.