She wore a pale-blue, pansy-sprinkled muslin dress with more ruffles than one would ever have supposed economical Janet could be guilty of, and a white
leghorn hat with pink roses and three ostrich feathers on it.
As usual, she was extraordinarily festooned and bedizened, with a limp
Leghorn hat anchored to her head by many windings of faded gauze, and a little black velvet parasol on a carved ivory handle absurdly balanced over her much larger hatbrim.
The Italian, who the Sunday People revealed once threw darts at City youth players, is a man who thinks driving a camouflage-painted car shields him from the spotlight so maybe this Foghorn
Leghorn hat was his way of blending in...