"Aunt Letty! Tell Aunt Letty what?"
He blurted it fiercely:
"About her hat."
"Her hat! Her hat! Good Lord, what hat?"
"Why, her Sunday hat!"
"You mean her—"
"Why, yes, father! You know that hat."
I knew that hat.
"Do you object," I asked, "to your aunt's best Sunday hat?"
His scowl vanished and his face broke into smiles.