She took up, one after another, a ring, a bracelet, a necklace, a brooch, and ear-rings, all of clear, pale amethysts in beautiful settings.
"You could wear these," she said to Sylvia.
"I guess I sha'n't begin to wear jewelry at my time of life," declared Sylvia.

Her voice sounded almost angry in its insistence.
"Everything here is yours," she said, and nodded her head and set her mouth hard for further emphasis.
The display upon the dressing-table, although not of great value, was in reality rather unusual.

All of the pieces were, of course, old, and there were more semi-precious than precious stones, but the settings were good and the whole enough to delight any girl.

Rose hung over them in ecstasy.

She had not many jewels.