"No," said Sibylla, looking up in some consternation. "I never thought about it."
"Won't they be disappointed, then! They have counted upon it, I can tell you. They can't afford to buy themselves much, you know; the doctor keeps them so short," added Jan.
"I would have brought them something, if I had thought of it; I would, indeed!" exclaimed Sibylla, in an accent of contrition. "Is it not a pity, Lionel?"
"I wish you had," replied Lionel. "Can you give them nothing of what you have brought?"
"Well—I—must—consider," hesitated Sibylla, who was essentially selfish. "The things are so beautiful, so expensive; they are scarcely suited to Deborah and Amilly."
"Why not?" questioned Jan.
"You have not a bit of sense, Jan," grumbled Sibylla. "Things chosen to suit me, won't suit them."
"Why not?" repeated Jan obstinately.
"There never was any one like you, Jan, for stupidity," was Sibylla's retort. "I am young and pretty, and a bride; and they are two faded old maids."
"Dress 'em up young, and they'll look young," answered Jan, with composure. "Give 'em a bit of pleasure for once, Sibylla."