I suggested one day that she should give Miss Hammond a cake instead, as that at any rate was useful." "And did she ?" "No; she said one couldn't get anything very nice for a penny." Kitty tittered.

"Flowers for Miss Hammond," she wrote on her list.
"What do you give to Miss Pidsley ?" "Miss Pidsley!" Pamela looked surprised at her question.

"Oh, nothing.
You see, Miss Hammond goes with us, and--and--well, we all like her; but Miss Pidsley--I don't know why, but I think we never thought of giving her anything.

I should be afraid to." The shopping was really great fun; the girls swarmed about the counters and wandered about the shops, going into raptures over this thing and hesitating about buying that thing, until it really seemed as though all the purchases never would be made.

Yet by degrees they somehow acquired a great many curious possessions.
Kitty bought a nice pocket-book for her father, a little brooch for Betty, a book for Tony, and a penknife for Anna; but it took so long to decide on these that she left her presents for the servants to get another day, for she still had to buy her flowers for Miss Hammond, and teatime was fast approaching.