This, Mrs.Crawford told her, as she eat eating her breakfast, which she had to force down because of the lump in her throat and the tears which came so fast as she listened.
'You see,' Mrs.Crawford began, 'Mr.Allen paid Harold two or three dollars, and so he came home through the village, and bought the eggs, and the buns, and the chocolate, which he knew you liked, and the cup and saucer at Grady's.

He has had it on his mind a long time to get it for you, but there were so many other things to pay for.

Don't you think it is pretty ?' 'Yes, lovely!' Jerrie replied, taking up the delicate bit of china, through which the light shone so clearly.

'It is very pretty; but I wish he had not bought it for me,' and Jerrie wiped the hot tears from both her eyes, as Mrs.Crawford continued: 'Oh, he wanted to.

He is never happier than when doing something which he thinks pleases you or me.