"It is just 'the speaking image' of my hat, but it's a glorified, sublimated, celestial image.

What I described was merely a hat.

This is what I think I have lately heard Nancy Ellen mention as a 'creation.' Wheuuuuuu!" She went to the mirror, arranged her hair, set the hat on her head, and turned.
"Gracious Heaven!" said Mrs.Jardine.

"My dear, I understand NOW why you wore that hat on your journey." "I wore that hat," said Kate, "as an ascension stalk wears its crown of white lilies, as a bobolink wears its snowy courting crest, as a bride wears her veil; but please take this from me to-night, lest I sleep in it!" That night Mrs.Jardine felt tired enough to propose resting in her room, with Jennie Weeks where she could be called; so for the first time Kate left her, and, donning her best white dress and the hat, attended a concert.

At its close she walked back to the hotel with some of the other teachers stopping there, talked a few minutes in the hall, went to the office desk for mail, and slowly ascended the stairs, thinking intently.