"We'll put the things on her doorstep then and leave them."
"She may be miles away over the country by this time," sighed Cecily, "and never find them until it's too late for Pat. But it's the only thing to do. What can we give her?"
"We mustn't offer her money," said the Story Girl. "She's very indignant when any one does that. She says she isn't a beggar. But she'll take anything else. I shall give her my string of blue beads. She's fond of finery."
"I'll give her that sponge cake I made this morning," said Felicity. "I guess she doesn't get sponge cake very often."
"I've nothing but the rheumatism ring I got as a premium for selling needles last winter," said Peter. "I'll give her that. Even if she hasn't got rheumatism it's a real handsome ring. It looks like solid gold."
"I'll give her a roll of peppermint candy," said Felix.
"I'll give one of those little jars of cherry preserve I made," said Cecily.
"I won't go near her," quavered Sara Ray, "but I want to do something for Pat, and I'll send her that piece of apple leaf lace I knit last week."
I decided to give the redoubtable Peg some apples from my birthday tree, and Dan declared he would give her a plug of tobacco.
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