"Here's something to delight the
heart. Now, my dear Mrs. Tennant, let us come and examine everything. Do
you think I am utterly selfish, Mrs. Tennant? Do you think I want all
these things for myself?"
"I am sure you don't, dear."
"It quite makes me ache with longing to give some of them away. I don't
want so many frocks: there are a good dozen here all told. Aunt Katie
O'Flynn's the one for extravagance, bless her! and for having a thing
done in style, bless her! I should like you to see her. It's
splendacious she is entirely when she's dressed up in her best--velvet
and feathers and laces and jewels. Why, nothing holds her in bounds;
there's nothing she stops at. I have seen her give hundreds of pounds
for one little glittering gem. Ah! and here's a ring. Look, Mrs.
Tennant."
Kathleen had now opened a small box which was lying at the bottom of the
great trunk. There were several treasures in it: a necklet of glittering
white stones, another of blue, another of red, and this little ring--a
little ring which contained a solitary diamond of the purest water.
"Now I shall look stylish," said Kathleen, and she slipped the ring on
the third finger of her left hand.
"My wedding finger too, bedad!" she said.
When the contents of the trunk had been finally explored, Kathleen
began to sort her finery. Mrs. Tennant gave advice.
"Some of these things are a little too fine for everyday use," she said.
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