It is a curious thing: however often you wash your hands they always seem to come off on anything white.

And we nailed paper rosettes to the tops of them.

That was the nearest we could get to cockle-shells.
'And we may as well have them there as on our hats,' Alice said.

'And let's call each other by our right names to-day, just to get into it.
Don't you think so, Knight ?' 'Yea, Nun-Priest,' Oswald was replying, but Noel said she was only half the Nun-Priest, and again a threat of unpleasantness darkened the air.
But Alice said-- 'Don't be a piggy-wiggy, Noel, dear; you can have it all, I don't want it.

I'll just be a plain pilgrim, or Henry who killed Becket.' So she was called the Plain Pilgrim, and she did not mind.
We thought of cocked hats, but they are warm to wear, and the big garden hats that make you look like pictures on the covers of plantation songs did beautifully.