text:  And then for the sun--who among the ladies trust to her bonnet for keeping her face from freckling? Else why all the paraphernalia of parasols? why all these endless patents for sylphides and sunscreens of every kind form and colour? why can you never meet a lady in a summerwalk without one of these elegant little contrivances in her hand? Comfort we apprehend does not reside in a bonnet: look at a lady travelling whether in a carriage or a railroad diligence--she cannot for a moment lean back into one of the nice pillowed corners of the vehicle without running imminent risk of crushing her bonnet; her head can never repose; she has no travelling-cap like a man to put on while she stows away her bonnet in some convenient place: the stiffened gauze or canvass or paper of which its inner framework is composed rustles and crackles with every attempt at compression; and a pound's worth or two of damage may be done by a gentle tap or squeeze