Deep breathing from Miss Furioki. Miss Suki look slyly joyful. Pretty soonly them Hat are sifficiently complete for have try-on to head of Miss Furioki, who make poze before mirror with cowcattish expression.
“You hide cozily inside,” I arrange.
“It are a very theatrical hat,” lapse Miss Suki fairly.
“It look like a famous Play to me,” I commune for pious regard.
“What famous Play you meant?” queery Miss Alice. “You meant the ‘Jolly Widow?’”
“Maybe ‘Payed in Full’ are Play them Hat look like,” beseech Miss Suki.
“Ah, no!” I revolve, “another from them!”
“Then which play it look like, if so smart?” rasp wife of Nogi.
“It look like ‘The Devil’ to me,” I assassinate, and go out by door. Sound of crashy furniture inside, and other simptoms of an American Girl. Also some delicious snickkers from Miss Suki. Thank her so many!