"But what, dear?"
"I should like what we get for Uncle Justus to be the nicest."
Mrs. Conway smiled. "You love Uncle Justus, don't you, dear? He has always seemed so stern and distant I hardly fancied you would find the way to his heart."
"But, mamma," said Edna, sagely, "it is such a big heart when you do find your way there." A remark which mamma considered a very wise one for such a little girl to make.
"What should you like to get for Uncle Justus?" asked Mrs. Conway. "What very nice thing do you think he would fancy?"
Edna looked perplexed.
"How would a nice umbrella do?" her mother asked.
"He might lose it, and it would wear out. I want something that will not wear out."
"That is not easy to find, although a book comes near it. How would that do?"
Edna shook her head. That didn't seem to please her, and her eyes wandered around the shop in which they were. Suddenly she jumped down from the high stool upon which she had been sitting.