Occasionally she went through
with these strange grimaces all at once. She was indeed a whirlwind of
language, an avalanche of emotion.
Her voice was high pitched and shrill, so that every one on the street
must have heard her as she exclaimed:
"Oh, Nell, how perfectly lovely your new hat is! Turn around so that I
can see the other side. Oh-h, ah-h, that darling little bird with its
glossy plumage among the velvet is too sweet for anything! If anything
it is prettier than Kate Smith's hat with the thrush's head and wings,
although I'll admit hers is awfully stylish. You ought to see my new
hat. Ah, I tell you it's a beauty; soft crown of silvery stuff, and on
one side a tall aigrette and a dear little cedar-bird, and toward the
back is the cutest, cunningest humming-bird with its tiny green body
and long bill. It looks as if it were ready to fly or to sing. I
selected the trimming for sister May's new hat too. It is brown velvet
and has an oriole on it; you know they are so showy and bright it makes
you almost think you are in the woods. At Madame Oiseau Mort's, where
I get my millinery, there was another hat I had a notion to take. It
was built up with robins' wings and part of a tern was on it too, I
believe--just lovely! but afterward I was glad I didn't buy it, for
that decoration is more common.
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