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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

An' hadn't we better furbish up my bonnet this
afternoon? It ain't been touched this season."


CHAPTER XV
A REVELATION
The morning of the pilgrimage to Belleport was a hectic one in the gray
cottage on the bluff. Before breakfast Celestina began preparations,
appearing in the kitchen without trace of invalidism and helping
Delight hurry the housework out of the way, that the precious hours
might be spent in retrimming the hat of black straw which already had
done duty four seasons.
"Ain't it too vexatious," complained the irritated convalescent, "that
I don't wear out nothin'? This hat, now--it's as good as the day it
was bought, despite my havin' had it so long. I can't in conscience
throw it away an' get another, much as I'd like to. The trimmin' was
on the front the first summer, don't you remember? Then we tried it on
behind a year; an' there was two seasons I wore it trimmed on the side.
What are we goin' to do with it now, Delight? I've blacked it up an'
can see no way for it this time but to turn it round hindside-before.


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