THE ENCHANTED HAT
hot-headed. I hailed a cab and climbed in. I had finally determined to return to my rooms and study. I simply could not afford to be seen with that stove pipe hat either on my head or under my arm. Had I been green from college it is probable that I should have worn it proudly and defiantly. But I had left college behind these six years.
Hang these old duffers who are so absent-minded! For I was confident that the benevolent old gentleman was the cause of all this confusion. Inside the cab I tried on the thing, just to get a picture in my mind of the old gentle man going it up Broadway with my opera-hat on his head. The hat sagged over my ears; and I laughed. The pic-
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