"Oh, the other things are not presents—they come out of your own purse."
"It does not seem as if I had any purse," said Amity. "I cannot get used to the thought that I shall have plenty of money of my own. Mamma had to be so careful and saving."
"Well, well, we won't think about that any more," said Miss Julia, hastily. "'Let by-gones be by-gones' is an excellent rule. What will you have for your lunch?"
"Please choose for me, Aunt Julia. I never know what I do want when there are so many things."
"You will soon get over that, my dear. I suppose something substantial, with an ice cream, will suit you."
Aunt Julia gave her orders, and then leaned back in her corner of the nice little sofa, reading a French book she had just bought, while Amity amused herself with looking about her at the gayly-dressed groups of ladies and children who filled the large restaurant dining-rooms. Presently a lady came in with a little boy who walked rather feebly with two crutches. She set him up in a comfortable chair, and, saying something which Amity did not hear, went out and left him. The child, who was about eight years old, sat very contentedly for a while, and then began playing with some marbles which he took out of his pocket. By and by two of them fell on the floor. The boy looked at them wistfully, but made no effort to pick them up.
"Aunt Julia, may I pick up that lame boy's marbles for him?" whispered Amity. "He cannot get them himself."
Miss Julia nodded, and Amity picked up the marbles, and laid them on the table.
"Thank you," said the boy. "I won't let them fall again."
"I will make a fence, so they can't roll off so easily," said Amity; and taking a napkin she rolled it up and laid it on the edge. "There, that will make a nice fence—now they won't roll off."