your whims. There are plenty of handsomer ones to be had in the
city, and if you are too mean to make her a present of it, I'll
buy you another to-morrow."

"But that would not be my work, and this is," replied Elsie, still
retaining the purse, loath to let it go.

"Nonsense! what difference will that make to Miss Rose?" said Mrs.
Dinsmore; and snatching it out of her hand, she gave it to Enna,
saying, "There, my pet, you shall have it. Elsie is a naughty,
mean, stingy girl, but she shan't plague you while your mamma's
about."

Enna cast a look of triumph at Elsie, and ran off with her prize,
followed by her mother, while poor Elsie hid her face in Chloe's
lap and cried bitterly.

It required all Chloe's religion to keep down her anger and
indignation at this unjust and cruel treatment of her darling, and
for a few moments she allowed her to sob and cry without a word,
only soothing her with mute caresses, not daring to trust her
voice, lest her anger should find vent in words. But at length,
when her feelings had grown somewhat calmer, she said soothingly,
"Nebber mind it, my poor darlin' chile. Just go to de city and buy
de prettiest purse you can find, for Miss Rose."

But Elsie shook her head sadly. "I wanted it to be my own work,"
she sobbed, "and now there is no time."

"Oh! I'll tell you what, my pet," exclaimed Chloe suddenly,