“I wish you wouldn’t tease, Blue Bonnet,” Sarah said; “I’m not ready to talk yet.”
“Hurry, that’s a good child—I want to give Solomon a romp before dark. Solomon plays hide and seek beautifully.”
Later, roasting chestnuts before the fire in the sitting-room, Blue Bonnet’s thoughts went back to that missionary box. “Do you only put clothes in it, Sarah?” she asked.
“Put clothes in what, Blue Bonnet? A moment ago you were talking of examinations.”
“The box.”
“Mostly; sometimes there are other things—toys and books.”
“I wish I could give something for this one. I’d like to send something to—Texas.”
Sarah turned eagerly. “I wish you could; this isn’t quite as satis—as complete as we would like. There’s a girl out there about our age—and they’re so poor, Blue Bonnet.”
Blue Bonnet was on her feet. “We’ll go right upstairs and ransack.”
“Blue Bonnet!” Sarah’s voice was full of shocked surprise.