"What happened?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, while one of the men who stay inside
the Monument at the top, to see that no accidents happen, came around to
inquire if he could be of any help.
"It's Flossie's hat," explained Mrs. Bobbsey. "She was taking it off, as
she said the rubber band hurt her, when a puff of wind came along---"
"And it just blowed my hat right away!" cried Flossie. "It just blowed
it right out of my hand, and it went out of the window, my hat did! And
now I haven't any more hat, and I'll--I'll--an'--an'--"
Flossie burst into tears.
"Never mind, little fat fairy!" her father comforted her, as he put his
arms around her. "Daddy will get you another hat."
"But I want that one!" sobbed Flossie. "It has such pretty roses on it,
an' I liked 'em, even if they didn't smell!"
"I guess the little girl's hat will be all right when you get down on
the ground," said the monument man. "Many people lose their hats up
here, and unless it's a man's stiff one, or unless it's raining or
snowing, little harm comes to them. I guess your little girl's hat just
fluttered to the ground like a bird, and you can pick it up again"
"Do you think so?" asked Mrs.
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