So then there came a little generous impulse to Joy too, and she came one day and said: "Gypsy, don't let's divide the things off so, for Peace.

It makes my part the largest.

Besides, the worsteds look the prettiest.

Let's just give them together and have it all one." There is a rare pleasure in making a gift one's self, without being hampered by this "all-together" notion, isn't there ?--especially if the gift be a handsome one, and is going where it is very much needed.

So as Joy sat fingering the pile of elegant worsteds, twining the brilliant, soft folds of orange, and crimson, and royal purple, and soft, wood-browns about her hands, it cost her a bit of a struggle to say this.