Ewart wasn’t sure precisely what the man thought of the hat’s assessment of him, but he pounced upon the good fellow’s suggestion without hesitation. “Why not, indeed?” He declared, reaching out to sweep the hat back into his hand, and then onto his own head with a flourish, quite ignoring a collection of reasons why not in the form of onlookers’ glares.
This time the hat did not so much sing as hum; or reverberate, as it were, with the strident whistle of a circus fairground. It was the turning of a calliope, Ewart thought - or perhaps almost the noise of a kettle! - much louder and more boisterous than the last tune, and even Ewart could not fail to notice heads turning at the racket.
They all looked rather vexed, he thought, but he, for one, thought the charmed hat had made a very good choice in turning his mood into music. “Marvellous,” Ewart said jubilantly to his comrade-in-experimental-arms, chuckling aloud. “Wonderfully entertaining, don’t you think!”
This time the hat did not so much sing as hum; or reverberate, as it were, with the strident whistle of a circus fairground. It was the turning of a calliope, Ewart thought - or perhaps almost the noise of a kettle! - much louder and more boisterous than the last tune, and even Ewart could not fail to notice heads turning at the racket.
They all looked rather vexed, he thought, but he, for one, thought the charmed hat had made a very good choice in turning his mood into music. “Marvellous,” Ewart said jubilantly to his comrade-in-experimental-arms, chuckling aloud. “Wonderfully entertaining, don’t you think!”
