In the name of God and the stars, look at his hat.

He stared down at his hat for a minute, and then looked up.

He started at Edward's hat and worked down, hesitated over the chest area, then continued the sweep.

He took another look at my hat while he was cleaning them.

For a moment, hope and confidence flickered up inside me as I gazed at my father's hat.

Then she clutched at her hat to stop the wind from blowing it off.

I complied, but looked with some curiosity at his hat, which was still upon his head.

She looked at my new hat and said, 'What a pretty bonnet!'

He stared down at his hat for a moment.

He looked back at his hat, then again at the whirlwind.