FINE FEATHERS
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Then an emerald green she decided to try,
But threw it off, pouting, “That crown is too
high!”
The brown was too dark, and the pink was too
light;
The purple too dull, and the scarlet too bright.
The white one had no style at all, she declared;
And the black cavalier had its brim too much
flared.
She tried on a lovely “crushed strawberry” straw,
But flung it off hastily, crying, “Oh, pshaw!
Those trimmings don’t suit me! Those shapes
are not right!
I won’t wear a hat that just makes me a fright!”
She tossed the hats angrily up on a shelf;—
But I think the faults were all due to herself.
Her hats were becoming, both narrow and shady,
But her temper was quite unbecoming a lady.
The hats fitted finely, both large ones and small;
But her comment on them was not fitting at all.
And to judge by the unpleasant things that she
said,
The trouble was inside, not outside, her head.
But threw it off, pouting, “That crown is too
high!”
The brown was too dark, and the pink was too
light;
The purple too dull, and the scarlet too bright.
The white one had no style at all, she declared;
And the black cavalier had its brim too much
flared.
She tried on a lovely “crushed strawberry” straw,
But flung it off hastily, crying, “Oh, pshaw!
Those trimmings don’t suit me! Those shapes
are not right!
I won’t wear a hat that just makes me a fright!”
She tossed the hats angrily up on a shelf;—
But I think the faults were all due to herself.
Her hats were becoming, both narrow and shady,
But her temper was quite unbecoming a lady.
The hats fitted finely, both large ones and small;
But her comment on them was not fitting at all.
And to judge by the unpleasant things that she
said,
The trouble was inside, not outside, her head.
