Them's the very words. I says look at my hat - if you call it a hat - but the lid raises up and the rest of it goes down till it's below my chin, and then it ain't rightly a hat at all, but more like my head was shoved up through a jint o' stovepipe. Look at it, says I - such a hat for me to wear - one of the wealthiest men in this town if I could git my rights.

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