'No,' said she, after a while, 'not a pair of slippers--I shouldn't like a pair of slippers.' 'Why not ?' said Linda.
'Oh--I don't know--but I shouldn't.' Katie had said that Crinoline was working slippers for Macassar because she was in love with him; and having said so, she could not now work slippers for Charley.

Poor Katie! she was no longer a child when she thought thus.
'Then make him a purse,' said Linda.
'A purse is such a little thing.' 'Then work him the cover for a sofa, like what mamma and I are doing for Gertrude.' 'But he hasn't got a house,' said Katie.
'He'll have a house by the time you've done the sofa, and a wife to sit on it too.' 'Oh, Linda, you are so ill-natured.' 'Why, child, what do you want me to say?
If you were to give him one of those grand long tobacco pipes they have in the shop windows, that's what he'd like the best; or something of that sort.

I don't think he cares much for girls' presents, such as purses and slippers.' 'Doesn't he ?' said Katie, mournfully.
'No; not a bit.

You know he's such a rake.' 'Oh! Linda; I don't think he's so very bad, indeed I don't; and mamma doesn't think so; and you know Harry said on Easter Sunday that he was much better than he used to be.' 'I know Harry is very good-natured to him.' 'And isn't Charley just as good-natured to Harry?
I am quite sure he is.

Harry has only to ask the least thing, and Charley always does it.