I told Mother black with a white handle, but she forgot and bought a green one with a yellowish handle.

It's strong and neat, so I ought not to complain, but I know I shall feel ashamed of it beside Annie's silk one with a gold top," sighed Meg, surveying the little umbrella with great disfavor.
"Change it," advised Jo.
"I won't be so silly, or hurt Marmee's feelings, when she took so much pains to get my things.

It's a nonsensical notion of mine, and I'm not going to give up to it.

My silk stockings and two pairs of new gloves are my comfort.

You are a dear to lend me yours, Jo.