What lots of lovely things I shall find in these trunks; I'll look them over and select what I like best to have them wear.

I'll have time enough: it isn't at all likely anybody will come to disturb me for an hour:" and as she opened the first trunk, she glanced hastily at the clock on the mantel.
She was mistaken.

Time flew away much faster than she was aware of, and scarce half an hour had passed when a pair of little feet came dancing along the hall, the door--which in her haste and pre-occupation Meta had forgotten to lock--flew open, and Vi stood before her.
The great blue eyes turning toward the table opened wide with astonishment.

"Why, why, Meta!" Meta's face flushed deeply for a moment, but thinking the best plan would be to brave it out, "Isn't it pretty ?" she asked, as unconcernedly as she could.
"Yes, oh lovely! but--where did you--aren't they my grandma's things?
O Meta, how could you ever dare--" "Pooh! I'm not going to hurt 'em.

And why should you think they were hers?
can't other people have pretty things ?" "Yes, but I know they're grandma's, I rec--recog--recognize them.