See all these brooches, and the rings." Rose held up her hands and twirled her ring-laden fingers, and laughed again.
"They are pretty large, most of the rings," said she.

"There is one pearl and one emerald that are charming, and several of the dearest old-fashioned things.

Think of poor Aunt Abrahama having all these lovely things packed away in a bureau drawer and never wearing them." "I should rather have packed away my name," said Horace.
"So should I.Isn't it awful?
The Abrahama is simply dreadful, and the way it comes down with a sort of whack on the White! Poor Aunt Abrahama! I feel almost guilty having all her pretty jewels and being so pleased with them." "Oh, she would be pleased, too, if she knew." "I don't know.

She and my mother had been estranged for years, ever since my mother's marriage.

Would she be pleased, do you think ?" "Of course she would, and as for the things themselves, they are fulfilling their mission." Rose laughed.