Betty felt rich in ribbons "to tie up her bonnie brown hair," for there were three bows the colour of her curls, and two of red, and one of delicate robin's-egg blue.

The last was to wear with the new lawn, and, in order to keep it fresh and fine, it lay wrapped in tissue-paper all week, between the times of its Sunday wearings.
And the handkerchiefs--well, six of them were plain and white, and two had pictures stamped in the corners.

One told the story of Red Ridinghood and the other had scenes from Cinderella outlined in blue.
They had been Davy's present to her the Christmas before, and he had bought them at Squire Jaynes's store with his own precious pennies.
That was all that Betty had intended to put into her trunk, but when they were in, there was still so much room that she decided to take her books and several of her chief treasures.

"They will be safer," she said to herself, and she filled a box with cotton in which to pack some of her breakable keepsakes.

She had hesitated some time about taking her scrap-book, an old ledger on whose blank pages she had written many verses.