it with roses—“is purest alabaster encrusted with gems.”
She touched the things gently, a happy smile hovering about her lips which made her look as if she were a creature in a dream.
“My, ain’t it lovely!” whispered Becky.
“If we just had something for bonbon dishes,” Sara murmured. “There!”—darting to the trunk again. “I remember I saw something this minute.”
It was only a bundle of wool wrapped in red and white tissue paper,
it with roses—“is purest alabaster encrusted with gems.”
She touched the things gently, a happy smile hovering about her lips which made her look as if she were a creature in a dream.
“My, ain’t it lovely!” whispered Becky.
“If we just had something for bonbon dishes,” Sara murmured. “There!”—darting to the trunk again. “I remember I saw something this minute.”
It was only a bundle of wool wrapped in red and white tissue paper,
