strawhat

While panning for gold, he made himself a large hat from the hides he had collected on his trip.

Behold a dumpy, comfortable British paterfamilias in a light flannel suit and a faded sun hat.

Poor Squinty ran and tried to hide under the straw, for he knew the boy was talking about him.

On his head was the second-hand hat of some parvenu's coachman, gold lace, cockade and all.

"I hope you don't think I speak always to strangers, like that," said the girl in the rose hat.

Afterwards we saw you once or twice at tea at the Ritz, and you took off your hat, so you must have remembered then.