This brooch was her own favorite ornament; it was of gigantic dimensions, and consisted of an elaborate circle of flowers, supporting the word "Martha" in the centre.
"You'll wear it for me, love," said Mrs.Butler, "you'll never put it on, but you'll give Martha Butler a thought." Beatrice assured her friend that this must certainly be the case.

She was really grateful to Mrs.Butler, for she knew the old lady adored that brooch, and it had cost her much to deprive herself of it.
Miss Peters smuggled her little gift into Beatrice's hand as they were parting.

It was a yard of Honiton lace, very old, and much darned.

Bee had often seen this lace round Miss Peters' little wintry throat.

She kissed it when she looked at it now, and placed it very near the crotchet edging in her regard.
But it would take a much longer space than this story can afford to recount all the presents that came to Beatrice Meadowsweet.