'No,' I says, 'it ain't fer me, it's fer a lady,' I says; an' then we both laughed.
"'What sort of a bunnit do you want ?' she says.
"'Wa'al, I dunno,' I says, 'this is the fust time I ever done anythin' in the bunnit line.' So she went over to a glass case an' took one out an' held it up, turnin' it 'round on her hand.
"'Wa'al,' I says, 'I guess it's putty enough fur 's it goes, but the' don't seem to be much of anythin' _to_ it.

Hain't you got somethin' a little bit bigger an'-- ' "'Showier ?' she says.

'How is this ?' she says, doin' the same trick with another.
"'Wa'al,' I says, 'that looks more like it, but I had an idee that the A 1, trible-extry fine article had more traps on't, an' most any one might have on either one o' them you've showed me an' not attrac' no attention at all.

You needn't mind expense,' I says.
"'Oh, very well,' she says, 'I guess I know what you want,' an' goes over to another case an' fetches out another bunnit twice as big as either the others, an' with more notions on't than you c'd shake a stick at--flowers, an' gard'n stuff, an' fruit, an' glass beads, an' feathers, an' all that, till you couldn't see what they was fixed on to.

She took holt on't with both hands, the girl did, an' put it onto her head, an' kind o' smiled an' turned 'round slow so 't I c'd git a gen'ral view on't.
"'Style all right ?' I says.
"'The very best of its kind,' she says.
"'How 'bout the _kind_ ?' I says.
"'The very best of its style,' she says." John laughed outright.