Many of them have come to me as Christmas and birthday gifts since then, and Miss Standish had many of them, for although she was an invalid she delighted in pretty things and was greedy for them.

My dear godmother is one to give with both hands; indeed, to value things chiefly for the pleasure of giving them.
Lying on her bed now were a number of garments so pretty that I cried out in delight.

They were all white, yellowed a little with age, and in some instances with a pattern in colours.
There was a scarf of China crepe, powdered as thickly as possible with roses and golden bees.

There was an opera cloak made of a beautiful old Indian shawl.

There were several frocks of silk and lace and muslin and fine woollen.