"Might be a couple of books, or drawing tools or most anything that's neat and genteel.

You see, it opens this way." It did open, and inside was a space for sandwiches, a little porcelain box for cold meat or fried chicken, another for salad, a glass with a lid which screwed on, held by a ring in a corner, for custard or jelly, a flask for tea or milk, a beautiful little knife, fork, and spoon fastened in holders, and a place for a napkin.
Margaret was almost crying over it.
"How I'd love to fill it!" she exclaimed.
"Do it the first time, just to show Kate Comstock what love is!" said Wesley.

"Get up early in the morning and make one of those dresses to-morrow.

Can't you make a plain gingham dress in a day?
I'll pick a chicken, and you fry it and fix a little custard for the cup, and do it up brown.

Go on, Maggie, you do it!" "I never can," said Margaret.