"Mother cried when she sent me away," she whispered solemnly, "because she couldn't get me any new clothes." When the assistant reached them again, with her arms full of boots, she found Mrs.Dawson rubbing her eyes and nose violently with her large white cotton handkerchief.
"You haven't got a cold, I hope," the girl asked sympathetically, but Mrs.Dawson reassured her.
After the boots had been fitted, a pair of felt slippers was brought and added to the collection; then sundry yards of calico and flannel, and brown holland, some stockings, and what Jessie thought the most wonderful of all, a pair of cotton gloves and some little handkerchiefs with coloured borders.
By the time all this was done both Mrs.Dawson and Jessie felt that they had had enough shopping for one day.

"And if I have forgotten anything, well, Norton isn't so far off but what we can come again," laughed Mrs.Dawson, refusing to listen to anything the pleasant-faced girl tried to tempt her with.
"Shawls, umbrellas, caps, sheets--" "No, none of them, thank you," said granny decidedly.
The proprietor of the shop came up.

"Now, I am sure, Mrs.Dawson, you must want something for the master ?" he urged smilingly.
"No, I don't," said granny.

"Thomas has got to make the best of what he has got.

All I want now is a cup of tea, and I must go and get it, and see about making our way home." "Well," said Mr.Binns, "I am sure this little person can find a use for one of these," and he picked up a little silk scarf with a flower worked in each corner, and laid it across Jessie's shoulders.
Jessie looked up, speechless with delight.