Was the hat what folks call a derby?
Like this one, madam," he explained, drawing his own from behind his back.
"Yes, I think so.

As well as I can remember, it was like that.

I'm afraid I didn't do it any good by my handling.

I had to clutch it quick and I'm sure I bent the brim, to say nothing of smearing it with flour-marks." "How ?" Sweetwater had started for the door, but stopped, all eagerness at this last remark.
"I had been cutting out biscuits, and my hands were white with flour," she explained, simply.

"But that brushes off easily; I don't suppose it mattered." "No, no," he hastily assented.