"I've nobody to send them to," she added, half to herself, as she climbed the bank.
"Oh, thanks awfully! I always send Mother a big bunch.

She looks forward to them.

I've brought a cardboard box from home on purpose to pack them in, because the cook runs quite out of starch-boxes.

Some of the girls last year had to wrap theirs just in brown paper.

If you don't want yours, can you spare me a few more ?" "I'll keep just these to put in my bedroom, and you may have the rest if you like," replied Rona, stalking ahead.
Every now and then the sense of her loneliness smote her.