And that dreadful price tag ! And the starving Belgians ! When mother saw the hat and the tag she just looked at me . Mother is some expert at looking . Father says she looked him into love with her years ago in Avonlea school and I can well believe it -- though I have heard a weird tale of her banging him over the head with a slate at the very beginning of their acquaintance . Mother was a limb when she was a little girl , I understand , and even up to the time when Jem went away she was full of ginger . But let me return to my mutton -- that is to say , my new green velvet hat . '' ` Do you think , Rilla , ' mother said quietly -- far too quietly -- ` that it was right to spend so much for a hat , especially when the need of the world is so great ? ' '' ' I paid for it out of my own allowance , mother , ' I exclaimed . '' ` That is not the point . Your allowance is based on the principle of a reasonable amount for each thing you need . If you pay too much for one thing you must cut off somewhere else and that is not satisfactory . But if you think you did right , Rilla , I have no more to say . I leave it to your conscience . ' `` I wish mother would not leave things to my conscience ! And anyway , what was I to do ? I could n't take that hat back -- I had worn it to a concert in town -- I had to keep it ! I was so uncomfortable that I flew into a temper -- a cold , calm , deadly temper . '' ` Mother , ' I said haughtily , ' I am sorry you disapprove of my hat -- ' '' ` Not of the hat exactly , ' said mother , ` though I consider it in doubtful taste for so young a girl -- but of the price you paid for it . ' `` Being interrupted did n't improve my temper , so I went on , colder and calmer and deadlier than ever , just as if mother had not spoken . '' '
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