I suppose he knew.

You must, anyhow,--like the picture." "But Preston, how could I look like that?
My dresses are not made so." "I hope not!" said Preston laughing.

"But Daisy, we'll get some of aunt Felicia's riggings and feathers and set you out in style." "But you can't put feathers on my head like those," said Daisy.

"They wouldn't stay on.

And I don't see why Fortitude should be dressed in feathers." "Why it is the crest of her helmet, Daisy! Fortitude must have something strong about her, somewhere, and I suppose her head is as good a place as any.