(Tom's conceptions of the feminine race, their apparel, occupations and implements, were bounded by tape and alpaca.) So Tom was provided for; the watch-case was nearly made, and bade fair to be quite as pretty as anything Joy could buy.

Winnie was easily suited, and her father would be as contented with a shaving-case as with a velvet dressing-gown; indeed he'd hardly know the difference.

Joy should have a pretty white velvet hair-ribbon.

But what for mother?
She lay awake a whole half hour one night, perplexing herself over the question, and at last decided rather falteringly on a photograph frame of shell-work.
Gypsy's shell-work was always pretty, and her mother had a peculiar fancy for it.
"_I_ shall give her Whittier's poems," said Joy, in--perhaps unconsciously, perhaps not--a rather triumphant tone.

"I heard her say the other day she wanted them ever so much.