"You are charming, that's what you are," said Kathleen. "And I can't
take it back, for you know perfectly well that it is a wee bit too old
for me. You will have to wear it."
"But what will Alice say?"
"Never mind. Don't tell her; just be mum. Say, 'it is mine, and I mean
to wear it.' Oh, I'd manage Alice if I happened to be her mother."
"I don't think you would, dear."
"Indeed, but I would. And now I must consider whom I am to give the
other things to."
When Kathleen had finally parcelled out her treasures there was not such
a great deal left for herself, for this girl and the other who had taken
her fancy were all allotted a treasure out of that famous box. And there
was a thick albert chain made of solid silver for Ben, and a keyless
silver watch for David; and what could boys possibly want more? Kathleen
had remembered all her friends, and Aunt Katie O'Flynn was more than
willing to carry out her request.
Finally, at the very bottom of the trunk was a little parcel which she
refrained from opening while Mrs. Tennant was present. It contained the
badges of the new society. Kathleen had decided that they were to call
themselves "The Wild Irish Girls," and this title was neatly engraved on
the little badges, which were of the shape of hearts. Below the name was
the device--a harp with a bit of shamrock trailing round it. The badges
were small and exceedingly neat, and there were about sixty of them in
all.
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