"You have one talent, I will say for you, and a very good one," remarked Aunt Julia—"that of being easily pleased."
"I ought to be pleased when everybody is so good to me," said Amity.
"A great many people ought to be what they are not, my dear. Don't you want to run out in the garden and find some pretty buds for my hair? I am going to a little party at Mrs. Barnard's."
"She is a dear little thing, after all," said Miss Julia to her father, when they were alone. "I never saw a child who made so little trouble; and she has brightened up quite wonderfully lately. If only she were not so dreadfully homely."
"Handsome is that handsome does," said the Judge, as he left the table.
Aunt Julia and Amity paid their visit to New York.
"Now we will have some lunch, and after that we will go up to the Park for a drive," said Miss Julia.
They had been shopping all the morning and all the day before; Miss Julia had bought a good many beautiful things for herself, and some nice ones for Amity—among others a very pretty and convenient Russian leather writing-case and travelling inkstand.
"That is my present," said she. "I shall expect you to write me a letter telling me all about your journey and adventures."
"I think I have too many nice presents," said Amity.