All of them remembered, later, that this supposed thoughtfulness on his part struck them as unnatural.
"Very good, little gentleman!" said Mr.Kinosling, and being somewhat chilled, placed the hat firmly upon his head, pulling it down as far as it would go.

It had a pleasant warmth, which he noticed at once.

The next instant, he noticed something else, a peculiar sensation of the scalp--a sensation which he was quite unable to define.

He lifted his hand to take the hat off, and entered upon a strange experience: his hat seemed to have decided to remain where it was.
"Do you like Tennyson as much as Longfellow, Mr.Kinosling ?" inquired Margaret.
"I--ah--I cannot say," he returned absently.

"I--ah--each has his own--ugh! flavour and savour, each his--ah--ah----" Struck by a strangeness in his tone, she peered at him curiously through the dusk.