"And Theresa?" said Sunny Boy, forgetting Tim for the moment.
"Theresa shall have regular shoes and stockings and also a pair of silk stockings and slippers to match," announced Mrs. Horton. "I know what it is to be poor and young and pretty and not have the right things to wear to a party. She can bring the slippers back if they're not the right size."
"How can she go to parties if they're poor?" questioned Sunny Boy curiously.
"Oh, poor people often have the best parties," said his mother. "They always manage to have a good time. And Theresa is going to school, you know, and there will be little affairs now and then to which she'll want to go. Anyway, Son, girls like to have pretty clothes if only to look at."
Sunny Boy didn't know much about girls' clothes, but he liked his mother's pretty dresses. He thought it was nice if Theresa could have some, too.
"I've thought ever so hard," he complained, "but I can't think of a thing to send Tim."
"Let me put on my thinking cap," mused Mrs. Horton. "Tim is thirteen, isn't he? Daddy will see that he has a new suit for school, but wouldn't you like to send him hockey skates? Boys with fathers and mothers and good homes have those things, but I'm sure Tim hasn't; he hasn't even had time to play very much. We'll get him skates, and then he can try for the hockey team at school."
Sunny Boy thought this a fine selection, and he and Mother went upstairs and chose a pair of skates.
"Now there's only Marty and Thomas and Rose and Jim," declared Sunny Boy, when the skates had been ordered and paid for.
Mrs. Horton laughed.