“Yes, for three or four days, while Nan and father are in Philadelphia at Nan’s mother’s. You’re coming to the Christmas Eve dance, of course?”
“Yes, indeed. It’s to be a lovely party. The Farringtons always have such beautiful entertainments. Now, Patty, do tell me about your trip.”
So Patty told many tales of her stay in Paris and in England, and of her pleasure trip through Italy, and as she talked, her fingers flew, and she had soon completed three doll dresses, that were quite as pretty and well-made as Clementine’s.
“Now, I must go,” she said, at last. “I’m glad to have been of a little help, and next year I’ll help you a lot. Though, I suppose your Sunshine Babies could have dolls when it isn’t Christmas.”
“Oh, yes; these are for their Tree, you know.”
“Well, Clem, if I should have some money left me unexpectedly, is it too late to buy some toys for the Tree?”
“I don’t know,” said Clementine, “but we can ask mother. She’ll know.”
They found Mrs. Morse in her sitting-room, tying up parcels and addressing them.
Patty soon discovered that these were all charitable gifts, and not presents to Mrs. Morse’s own friends.
“I’m so glad I came here to-day,” she said, after the welcoming greetings were over, “for it has roused my charitable instincts. I am quite sure, Mrs. Morse, I can send some toys for your society’s tree, if you want them.”