Miss Blake made no reply, and the girl sauntered off to another part of the store, and pretended to be examining a case of trimmed bonnets, which she could not see because her eyes were half-blind with rebellious tears. What right had any one to tell her what sort of a hat she ought to get! If her father was paying for it, she guessed it was nobody else's business to say anything. Miss Blake held in her hand a handsome, wide-brimmed felt hat, trimmed simply with fine ribbon and a generous bunch of quills. "It's very girlish and suitable, ma'am!" the saleswoman said, as she turned away to get another model. After a moment Nan came hurrying back to the governess' side. "Horrid old thing!" she said in a low voice, flinging her hand out with a gesture of disgust toward the despised hat. "It's stiff as a poker. Do you suppose I want to have just bunched-up bows with some spikes stuck in the middle to trim my hat! And all one color, too! I guess not!" The governess bit her lip. "Perhaps we may be able to find something more to your fancy," she said. "But plumes are expensive and perishable, and if you have too many colors your hat will look vulgar." "I hate this place anyhow," went on Nan, disdainfully. "Bigelow's! Who ever thought of going to Bigelow's?" "Your mother did," said Miss Blake, quickly. "That is, Delia says she did. And I myself know it to be one of the oldest and best firms in the city. One can always be sure that one is getting good quality for one's money here." "I never was in the place before," blurted out Nan, "and I despise their hats--every one of them. If you won't let me go to Sternberg's, where they have things I like, I won't get anything at all, so there!" She suddenly let her voice fall, for the sales-woman was back again with a fresh assortment of shapes to select from. Miss Blake placed the hat she held gently upon a table and began to examine the others carefully, Nan standing by in sullen silence. "This is a pretty one--this with the tips, don't you think so?" the governess asked, setting it on her hand and letting it revolve slowly while she regarded it critically with her head on one side. Nan gave a grunt of dissatisfaction. What she wanted was a flaring, turned-up brim, with a dash of red velvet underneath and a bird-of-paradise on top, caught in a mesh of red and yellow ribbons. She had seen something on this order in Sternberg's window, and it had struck her fancy at once. The governess hesitated, and then put down the hat she held. "Very well. We will go to Sternberg's," she said, quietly, to Nan, in an undertone which the saleswoman could not distinguish. The girl started briskly for the door. Miss Blake remained behind a moment, and then followed after. Now that she was to have her own way Nan was restored to good humor, and kept up a stream of chatter until they reached Sternberg's. "There! Isn't that a beauty?" she demanded at last, indicating the hat in the window.