“Nobody sent it to me,” answered Winifred, with a little smile. “I am going to send it to a little girl—a friend of mine.”
Violet was replacing the things in the box with careful, gentle fingers. She gave a little sigh as she wrapped up the beautiful doll in its paper, and gave it one little kiss before she hid its pretty face.
Winifred heard both the sigh and the kiss.
“How pleased the little girl will be!” said Violet, as she closed the box-lid lingeringly.
“I hope she will. I don’t think she has a great many toys; and she is fond of dolls and puzzles and fairy tales.”
“Like me,” Violet was just going to say; but she checked herself, and said instead,
“Does she? How pleased she will be!”
“I hope she will.”
“Of course she will; she must be. Do I know her?”
“Yes.”