"That's all. Father didn't put any of my old things in. They weren't much good—I suppose Annie will have my pink dress."
Mrs. Huntington wrote many words on a slip of paper.
"I shall shop for these things at once," said she. "You need a jacket and rubbers before you can go to school. Of course you haven't any gloves."
"Yes, ma'am—yes, Aunt Agatha. Here, in this drawer."
"They're really very good," admitted Mrs. Huntington. "But you will need a heavier pair for everyday."
"And something for my stockings," pleaded Jeanne. "I guess father didn't know what to get. You see, most of the time I went barefoot—"
"Mercy, child!" gasped Mrs. Huntington, looking fearfully over her shoulder. "You mustn't tell things of that sort. They're disgraceful. Maggie might have heard you."
"I'll try not to," promised Jeanne. "But my stockings won't stay up."
Mrs. Huntington wrote another word or two on her list.
"Anything else?" she asked.