They returned to Kitty.

She was busy figuring on a little piece of paper, moistening her little stub of a pencil, every other second, with her tongue.

Her little red mouth showed streaks of black.

She was evidently in some trouble.
Livingstone drew near.
"How are you coming on ?" he asked.
She looked up with a face full of perplexity.
"Oh! I've spent nearly the whole dollar and I haven't but nine presents yet.

We must get something cheaper .-- But they were so pretty!" she lamented, her eyes glancing longingly towards the articles she had selected.
"Let's see.