nne, thoughtfully. "Maybe I won't
hate so bad to give them presents if I make a play of it. I'll try."

She counted out her silver pieces and decided on the price of the gifts
that she would choose for each of her teachers and classmates. Then she
shut her eyes and when she opened them she 'made pretend' she was
Mademoiselle Duroc, moving slow and stately like a parade or a
procession, and she chose a stiff little jet-and-gold hair ornament.
Next Anne was Miss Morris. For a minute she puffed out her cheeks and
flapped her arms, imitating the turkey-cock mood. Then she thrust out
her chin, drew down her brows, and hurried along, with her fingers
clenched as if she held a handful of exercises. That was the busy,
hard-working, kind-hearted Miss Morris for whom she selected a
silver-mounted ink-stand. There was an enamelled belt pin for
finery-loving Annette, a gay set of paper dolls for little Bebe, a new
story book for book-loving Madge, a silver stamp-box for Elsie, and for
Amelia a pretty blue silk workbag fitted with needles, thimble, and
scissors. There was a box of bonbons for Louise and for the cross cook a
gay fan which displayed the red, white, and blue of the American
flag,--"for I shouldn't be so cross if I were not so uncomfortable in my
hot, hot kitchen," Anne said, waddling along with arms akimbo, "and I'm
sure I can keep cooler with such a be-yu-tiful fan."

"Now I've bought my duty presents, I'll buy my love ones," announced
Anne, gayly. "I'm going to buy Elsie another present--a big box of
'chocolate creamth'--she does adore them. These three wise monkeys are
for Pat. There isn't anything good enough for dear Mrs. Patterson, but
I'll get her a lovely big bottle of cologne. Don't you peep, Miss
Drayton, while I choose your present," Anne charged, as she tripped
about the shop, selecting at last a pretty silver hat pin.

Miss Drayton laughingly asserted that Anne, chattering away in her
assumed characters, was as good as a play and exclaimed that she had no
idea it was so late and they must go at once to Mrs. Patterson who would
be worn out waiting for them. So Pat was dragged from the display of
sporting goods, and they hurried to the ladies' room where Mrs.
Patterson was resting in an easy chair. She was pale but smiling.

"I'm like you, Anne," she said; "I had forgotten what good times there
are in the world. Before we go to luncheon, I want to know if
Honey-Sweet's mother approves of her. I told you t