“Your hat?” His eyes opened wide.
She nodded. “My pretty hat. You remember you promised to give it to me if nobody else claimed it.”
“Yes, but ...”
“And nobody has claimed it?”
“No, but ...”
“Then I want my hat.”
“But—hold on—give somebody a chance—”
“Stupid?” she laughed. “Isn’t it enough that I claim it? Am I nobody?”
“Wait half a minute. You’ve got me going.” He paused, frowning thoughtfully, recollecting his wits; then by degrees the light began to dawn upon him. “Do you mean you really did send me that confounded bandbox?”