“There is a lovely old-fashioned pearl set in the treasure-box; but mother said real flowers were the prettiest ornament for a young girl, and Laurie promised to send me all I want,” replied Meg. “Now, let me see; there’s my new gray walking-suit⁠—just curl up the feather in my hat, Beth⁠—then my poplin, for Sunday, and the small party⁠—it looks heavy for spring, doesn’t it? The violet silk would be so nice; oh, dear!”

“Never mind; you’ve got the tarlatan for the big party, and you always look like an angel in white,” said Amy, brooding over the little store of finery in which her soul delighted.