Shall I put it back ?' There was a pause.
'I sha'n't know what on earth to do with it,' he said discontentedly.
'It's so silly having a hat about in a place like this.

Of course you wouldn't dare to keep it, I suppose?
It does suit you all right, you know; it would be awfully kind of you.' 'What a funny person you are, Vincy.

I _should_ like to keep it.

What could I tell Aunt Jessie ?' 'Ah, well, you see, that's where it is! I suppose it wouldn't do for you to tell her the truth.' 'What do you mean by the truth ?' 'I mean what I told you--how my cousin, Cissie Cavanack,' he smiled a little as he invented this name, 'came up to town, chose the wrong hat, didn't know what to do with it--and, you know!' 'I could tell her all that, of course.' 'All right,' said Vincy, putting the other hat--the old one--in the box.' Where shall we dine ?' 'Oh, Vincy, I think you're very sweet to me, but how late dare I get back to Ravenscourt Park ?' 'Why not miss the eight-five train ?--then you'll catch the quarter to ten and get back at about eleven.' 'Which would you _rather_ I did ?' 'Well, need you ask ?' 'I don't know, Vincy.

I have a curious feeling sometimes.