She did not say what it was she must say, but she had said quite enough.
Martha herself said something when her boarder appeared beneath his new headgear. When he removed it, upon entering the dining room, she took it from his hand.
“Is THIS the cap you just bought, Mr. Bangs?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Galusha, meekly. “Do you like it?”
She regarded the fuzzy yellow thing with a curious expression.
“Do you?” she asked.
The reply was astonishingly prompt and emphatic.
“I loathe it,” said Galusha.
She transferred the stare from the cap to its owner's face.
“You do!” she cried. “Then why in the world did you buy it?”