A trifle, but it would buy her clothing--and then Monica was sure to marry.

Thank Heaven, she was sure to marry! Without notable event, matrimonial or other, time went on to this present year of 1888.
Late in June, Monica would complete her twenty-first year; the elders, full of affection for the sister, who so notably surpassed them in beauty of person, talked much about her as the time approached, devising how to procure her a little pleasure on her birthday.

Virginia thought a suitable present would be a copy of 'the Christian Year'.
'She has really no time for continuous reading.

A verse of Keble--just one verse at bedtime and in the morning might be strength to the poor girl.' Alice assented.
'We must join to buy it, dear,' she added, with anxious look.

'It wouldn't be justifiable to spend more than two or three shillings.' 'I fear not.' They were preparing their midday meal, the substantial repast of the day.