boots, and a plain sun-hat, and some print for washing-frocks."

Jessie's eyes opened wider and wider. Were all those things really
to be bought for her? It seemed impossible; but the girl, who did
not seem at all overcome, went off as though it were quite an
ordinary matter, and presently she returned with an armful of pretty
soft straw hats with wide drooping brims, and tried them one by one
over Jessie's curls.

"I declare, any of them would suit her; but I think she'd look sweet
in that one," she said at last, and granny agreed.

"What would you trim it with?" she asked; "a bit of plain ribbon, I
should think." But the girl shook her head.

"Oh no, if I was you I'd have a little wreath of flowers round it; it
would make ever so pretty a hat, and would last her for Sundays right
on till the late autumn. I'll show you some;" and dragging out a big
drawer, she displayed a perfect garden of dainty blossoms, daisies,
roses, forget-me-nots, moss, ferns, and flowers of every kind that
ever grew, and many kinds that never did or could grow.

Jessie's eyes, though, were caught by a wreath of feathery moss with
little blue forget-me-nots peeping out of it here and there, and when
she was asked which she liked best, she decidedly picked out that
one. To her great delight her granny's taste agreed with her, and
the wreath and the hat and a piece of white ribbon were put aside
together.

"Now," laughed Mrs. Dawson, "I've got to get her another for every