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`` Well , by George , '' said Wilmot , his good nature returning , `` if that 's the idea , I 'll turn up at three sharp . Sure thing . '' Blizzard had upon his desk a specimen of the straw hats which the young ladies of his establishment were kept so busy plaiting . At exactly three o'clock he thrust it to one side , and at exactly the same moment the bell of his street door clanged , and Wilmot Allen came in out of the sunlight . `` On time , '' said Blizzard , `` thank you . Are you a judge of hats ? Try that one . ''