Why could I not be of use to somebody?
I gave Mopsie some gay ribbons, which were returned to me by her mother.

Nothing might she wear but her plain black frock and white frill.

I gave Jane a book of poems with woodcuts, and that was accepted with rapture.

This encouraged me.

I picked up two little children on the road, and to one I gave a bright silk girdle for a skipping-rope, and to the other a doll dressed from the materials of a fine gauze hat, which I picked to pieces for the purpose.