My pean Esui,—It is my birthday, I have received numerous congratulations. I was standing with my nose—metaphorically speaking—flattened against a Bond Street hat shop, when two aunts with long purses stopped to wish me various joys. I longed to say with Hood "Ie's very well to wish mea New Yea but wish'me " new hat," but my man: ners prevailed over my greed. Such enchanting hats they were in that window, x bright green straw with black ostrich tips, and violets galore, a toque of roses and violets with a large bunch of lilac at one side (the violets of the palest
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