Blue Bonnet’s face brightened; “I have been rather wondering—” she admitted. “This will do a lot, won’t it, Grandmother?”
“Doesn’t that depend?” Mrs. Clyde asked, with a smile.
“And it won’t be a bit too soon to begin, will it?”
“Too soon!” Miss Lucinda repeated. “My dear, I began last Spring!”
“I don’t think I should like that,” Blue Bonnet commented; “I think the hurry at the end is half the fun.”
“There is generally a fair amount of that in spite of all one’s planning,” Grandmother observed.
The talk during the ride that afternoon was largely of the coming Christmas. It pleased Kitty, for the moment, to treat Blue Bonnet as a mere novice in the art of Christmas shopping.
The latter’s reminder that even in Texas there were such things as stores was coolly ignored.
“You must make a list before leaving home,” Kitty insisted, “putting down the names of all the persons you intend giving presents to, and opposite the name the gift you have decided upon.”
“After that—according to Kitty’s own methods,” Debby interrupted, “you must either leave the list at home, or lose it as quickly as possible.”