88 MADGE’S MISTAKE.

says, “I know I put it here when I came
in from the garden last night;” and Tiny
Says:

“Depend upon it, I’m right; she is always
running away with something or other of
somebody’s.”

Then as I appear on the scene she cries
triumphantly, “There, didn’t I say so!” and
Gip, turning quickly, makes a snatch at the
hat I am wearing, and pulling it off without
ceremony, tosses mine towards me, and turn-
ing to the glass completes her toilette.

“Well, how should I know it was not
mine?” I ask, as I stoop and raise my own
hat from the floor; “they are all alike,
though I do remember now that it was
always falling off my head this morning.”

“How should you know!” repeats Gip;
“why, by looking for your name in it, I
suppose; they are all marked though they
are alike.”

“Oh, fancy stopping to look when one is
in a hurry!” I exclaim, laughing at the bare
idea of such a thing. “You have often