"It's mean," ejaculated Phil, lifting it with an air of disgust. "Just my luck."
"Are you so unlucky, then?" asked his cousin Marion, with a half smile.
"I should say so. What do you call this?"
"A wet hat."
"How am I ever to wear it? It will drip all over my clothes."
"I think you had better buy a common one in Portville, and leave this one here to dry."
"How am I going round Portville bareheaded?" inquired Phil crossly.
"Shall I lend you my hat?" asked Marion.
"Wouldn't I look like a fool, going round the streets with a girl's hat on?"
"Well, you are the best judge of that," answered Marion demurely.