'Why?'
'Because I don't want them, my dear.'
They went a little farther, and came to another shop, which caught Rosamond's eye. It was a jeweller's shop, and in it were a great many pretty baubles, ranged in drawers behind glass.
'Mother, will you buy some of these?'
'Which of them, Rosamond?'
'Which? I don't know which; any of them will do, for they are all pretty.'
'Yes, they are all pretty; but of what use would they be to me?'
'Use! Oh, I'm sure you could find some use or other for them if you would only buy them first.'
'But I would rather find out the use first.'
'Well, then, mother, there are buckles; you know that buckles are useful things, very useful things.'