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Dora West was trimming her hat. It was a straw hat that had cost a shilling or two when it came into her deft hands, and the trimming would only prove to have cost a shilling or two when it became attached to the hat, and leaving the deft hands was put onto her extremely pretty head. But by that time the hat would certainly have become a very pretty hat. This she was explaining with great volubility to her friend.
"You are rich, darling May," she said, "and in consequence your attitude toward hats is a little opulent and vulgar. I can put the feathers and the flags and the birds' eggs in exactly the same place as Biondinetti, or whoever it is who sells you hats."