I want one with a band of enameled forget-me-nots."
With some remorse in her heart for the mother who had made such sacrifices
to give her daughter "her own Christmas money," Tavila looked for the
little neck pin for Mrs. Travers. It must be carefully selected, with a
view to economy as well as with the purpose of obtaining the best possible
value for the money.
It took some time to accomplish this, as the clerks were too busy to
attend to customers, save as they might be able to note them by turns.
Finally Tavia had decided upon a pin. Dorothy was pleased with it--the
enameled clover-leaf was simple yet effective.
"I do wish people would not crush so," complained Tavia, as some one
crowded her against the glass showcase.
"Hush!" whispered Dorothy, "It is not well to let people see ill nature.
We will get along better if we just take things as they come."
Tavia felt the rebuke--she had spoken loud enough to attract attention,
and people did stare. At the same time it was not comfortable to be
carried with the tide and be unable to direct one's own movements.
"Is that the little woman in black?" she asked as a dark figure glided
past.
"Looks like her," replied Dorothy, smiling, anxious to have Tavia recover
her good humor. "Seems as if we cannot lose her."
"I think it was she who pushed me that time," Tavia explained, "and it
made me angry.
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