There's a lot of candy and
oranges and figs and books; there's one by Jules Verne I guess she'll
like; but there's a great big jack-knife, and--a brown velvet bicycle
suit?"
"Why, Earl Munroe! what could she do with a bicycle suit?"
"I thought, maybe, she could rip the seams to 'em, an' sew 'em some way,
an' get a basque cut, or something. Don't you s'pose she could?" Earl
asked, anxiously.
"I don't know; her mother could tell," said Maud.
"Well, I'll hang it on, anyhow. Maud, haven't you anything to give her?"
"I--don't know."
Earl eyed her sharply. "Isn't that muff new?"
"Yes."
"And that ring?"
Maud nodded. "She'd be delighted with 'em. Oh, Maud, put 'em in!"
Maud looked at him. Her pretty mouth quivered a little; some tears
twinkled in her blue eyes.
"I don't believe my mother would let me," faltered she. "You--come with
me, and I'll ask her."
"All right," said Earl, with a tug at his sled-rope.
He waited with his load in front of Maud's house until she came forth
radiant, lugging a big basket. She had her last winter's red cashmere
dress, a hood, some mittens, cake and biscuit, and nice slices of cold
meat.
"Mother said these would be much more _suitable_ for her," said Maud,
with a funny little imitation of her mother's manner.
Over across the street another girl stood at the gate, waiting for news.
"Have they found her?" she cried.
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