Mrs.
Jardine shook the hat in such a way as to set the feather lifting and waving after the confinement of the box.

With slender, sure fingers she set the bow and lace as they should be, and touched the petals of the rose.

She inspected the hat closely, shook it again, and held it toward Kate.
"A very small price to pay for the breath of life, which I was rapidly losing," she said.

"Do me the favour to accept it as casually as I offer it.

Did I understand your description anywhere near right?
Is this your hat ?" "Thank you," said Kate.