I didn't know you! Why, I never saw YOU walk that way before." "You wouldn't expect me to plod along as if I were plowing, with a thing like this on my head, would you ?" "I wouldn't expect you to have a thing like that on your head; but since you have, I don't mind telling you that you are stunning in it," said Nancy Ellen.
"Better and better!" laughed Kate, sitting down on the step.

"The milliner said it was a stunning HAT." "The goose!" said Nancy Ellen.

"You become that hat, Kate, quite as much as the hat becomes you." The following day, dressed in a linen suit of natural colour, with the black bow at her throat, the new hat in a bandbox, and the renewed sailor on her head, Kate waved her farewells to Nancy Ellen and Robert on the platform, then walked straight to the dressing room of the car, and changed the hats.

Nancy Ellen had told her this was NOT the thing to do.

She should travel in a plain untrimmed hat, and when the dust and heat of her journey were past, she should bathe, put on fresh clothing, and wear such a fancy hat only with her best frocks, in the afternoon.