I defy anybody to have hit
on a better idea of the sort of present she's sure to like; it's
elegant and appropriate, and all that sort of thing--isn't it?"
"Oh, yes! very nice and pretty indeed," replied Mrs. Blyth, rather
absently and confusedly. She knew as much of Madonna's history as her
husband did; and was wondering what he would think of the present which
young Thorpe proposed giving to their adopted child.
"The thing I want most to know," said Zack, "is what you think would be
the best pattern for the bracelet. There will be two kinds of hair in
it, which can be made into any shape, of course--your hair and Mrs.
Peckover's."
("Not a morsel of my hair shall go towards the bracelet!" muttered Mrs.
Peckover, who was listening to what was said, while she went on
playing.)
"The difficult hair to bring in, will be mine and Valentine's," pursued
Zack. "Mine's long enough, to be sure; I ought to have got it cut a
month ago; but it's so stiff and curly; and Blyth keeps his cropped so
short--I don't see what they can do with it (do you?), unless they make
rings, or stars, or knobs, or something stumpy, in the way of a cross
pattern of it."
"The people at the shop will know best," said Mrs. Blyth, resolving to
proceed cautiously.
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