The Milliner's Daughter
"I love your hat, Miss Lamentaine."
"Why thank you kindly, little Jane."
"It's made of silk, that sweet pink bow?"
"Indeed it is. How did you know?"
"My Mama is the milliner; she uses such fine wares.
She makes each hat with tasteful eye, and always utmost care."
"How clever she must be, my dear, to make such lovely hats!"
"Clever indeed is she, and still more clever than that."