"Blamed if I didn't come near going without a hat," said Toby. "Here she is." He produced his hat from a cupboard in the room, and put it on. It would have been a pity indeed for him to have gone without it. It was a white derby; yes, a _white_ derby. It was the kind of a hat which was known in that city as a "pinochle"; pronounced "pea-knuckle" by all well-informed boys. With the mauve suit and the hand-painted necktie and the whitewashed fence, the white derby set him off to perfection, especially as he wore it a little towards the back of his head, so as to show the loveliest part of the plastered curl of his hair on the forehead. Aunt Amanda could not restrain her admiration. "You'll do now," she said. "I don't know that I ever seen you look so genteel before." Toby, in the embarrassment of being considered genteel, put his hands in his trousers pockets. "Take them hands out of your pockets," said Aunt Amanda sharply, and he took them out in a hurry. "Now, Freddie," she said, "come here a minute, and I'll set you to rights." Freddie stood before her knee, not very willingly, and she buttoned his jacket from top to bottom, and put his cap squarely on his head. "Now you'd better be off," she said. "Good-bye, Aunt, and I wish you were going too," said Toby, his hand on the door-knob. "Good-bye, Freddie," said she. "Good-bye," said Freddie. "Good-bye what?" said she. "Aunt Amanda," said he. When they were out in the street, and she heard Toby lock the shop door behind him, she took out her handkerchief and blew her nose; her cold was evidently worse, because she blew her nose several times; and then, tucking her handkerchief away in her dress, she put her head down on her arm on the table, and cried. The first thing Freddie did, as they went up the street, was to put his cap back again on the back of his head, and the next thing he did was to unbutton every button of his jacket, from top to bottom. The little hunchback was in a great hurry, and he dragged the Little Boy along by the hand so fast that he could hardly keep up. As they hurried along, several naughty boys, observing Mr. Toby's white derby hat, called after him, very rudely, "Pea-knuckle! pea-knuckle!" But Mr. Toby paid no attention, and dragged Freddie along faster than ever. "We don't want to miss any of it," said Mr. Toby. "Hurry up, boy." They did not have far to go; only four or five "squares." They stopped before a great grimy brick building with a great wide entrance-way. "Here we are," said Toby. "What does that say up there?" said Freddie. "Gaunt Street Theatre," said Toby. "Hurry up."