Margie had her share of Quaker prudence and economy. She had worn her old bonnet so long that neighbors offered to get a new one for her. They asked if she would prefer straw or silk as a material. “Well,” Margie replied, “since you insist on giving me a bonnet, I think I’ll take a straw one. It will just manage to be a mouthful for the cow when I’m through with it.”