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THE PERT LITTLE HAT
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On the Saturday before Christmas Hemming took Janet to the city to solemnize the purchase of the pert little hat. Any one who happened to see her wearing it down Chestnut Street that bright winter afternoon knew that the elated pink in her cheek was not all reflected from the red bow on the bonnet's neat brim. As they sat down for a matinée and Janet removed the precious creation, giving it to Godfrey to hold for a moment, he said admiringly:

"Well, the old typing bus isn't such a bad milliner after all, hey, monk?"

And Janet, who would then have denied that such a story as "Three Is Company" ever existed, replied innocently:

"I'm so glad Mr. Edwards turned down my story, grump. I like the pert little hat ever so much better because it came all from you."

Even if the pert little hat should live to be a great-great-grandbonnet, none of its descendants will ever give Janet such pleasure.

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