My shoe bumped into an unused brown paper muffin liner resting dry on a clean saucer. Aha! Proper outdoor millinery. I set my small brown suitcase flat on the tabletop and flicked the brass latch open. Out scrambled Teddy, wire spectacles shining. The pleated paper cup was flared far too wide. Tapping my chin, I pinched the accordion ridges together, inverted the crown, and creased the stiff brim into an immaculate miniature bowler hat. With two careful fingers, I pressed it snugly between Teddy's knitted ears. Splendid! A dignified gentleman ready for the morning. I straightened my red tie and offered his new haberdashery a crisp, respectful salute.