At little Billy's _heart_ she had laughed till she cried, and then had given it to a young girl, not a graduate, who admired it exceedingly.

Tom's book she knew was exquisite, and placed it with others, and thanked him for it, and told him it was lovely, and then gave it to Ann Eliza, whose offerings had been so few.
A bouquet from Dick St.Claire and Fred Raymond, a basket from her brother, and one more from _herself_, were all, and the little red-haired girl, who, with her heavy gold chain and locket, and diamond ear-rings, and three bracelets, and five finger-rings, had looked like a jeweller's shop, felt aggrieved and neglected, and Jerrie found her sobbing in her room as if her heart was broken.
'Only four snipping things,' she said, 'and you had twenty-five, and mother will be so disappointed, and father too, when he knows just how few I got.

I wish I was popular like you.' 'Never mind,' Jerrie said, cheerfully.

'It was only a happen so--my getting so many.

You are just as nice as I am, and I'll give you part of mine to take home to your mother.