"What can I get for you to-day, Mrs.Dawson ?" "Well," said Mrs.Dawson thoughtfully, "it seems to me I want a good many things.

What I want mostly is some clothes for Jessie.

Living in the country, she ought to have something that'll wear well, strong boots, and a plain sun-hat, and some print for washing-frocks." Jessie's eyes opened wider and wider.

Were all those things really to be bought for her?
It seemed impossible; but the girl, who did not seem at all overcome, went off as though it were quite an ordinary matter, and presently she returned with an armful of pretty soft straw hats with wide drooping brims, and tried them one by one over Jessie's curls.
"I declare, any of them would suit her; but I think she'd look sweet in that one," she said at last, and granny agreed.
"What would you trim it with ?" she asked; "a bit of plain ribbon, I should think." But the girl shook her head.
"Oh no, if I was you I'd have a little wreath of flowers round it; it would make ever so pretty a hat, and would last her for Sundays right on till the late autumn.

I'll show you some;" and dragging out a big drawer, she displayed a perfect garden of dainty blossoms, daisies, roses, forget-me-nots, moss, ferns, and flowers of every kind that ever grew, and many kinds that never did or could grow.
Jessie's eyes, though, were caught by a wreath of feathery moss with little blue forget-me-nots peeping out of it here and there, and when she was asked which she liked best, she decidedly picked out that one.