The hat
must go on.
"She has grown," said the milliner, appealing to Dr. Sandford;
"and you see this is the very thing. This tinge of colour
inside is just enough to relieve the pale cheeks. Do you see,
sir?"
"It is without a fault," said the doctor.
"Take it off, please," I said. "I want to find something that
will not cost so much — something that will not cost near so
much."
"There is that cap that is too large for Miss Van Allen —" the
milliner's assistant remarked.
"It would not suit Mrs. Randolph at all," was the answer
aside.
But I begged to see it. Now this was a comfortable, soft
quilted silk cap, with a chinchilla border. Not much style
about it, but also nothing to dislike, except its simplicity.
The price was moderate, and it fitted me.
You are going to be a different Daisy Randolph from what you
have been all your life — something whispered to me. And the
doctor said, "That makes you look about ten years old again,
Daisy." I had a minute of doubt and delay; then I said I would
have the cap; and the great business was ended.
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