tears. She felt ashamed of being caught crying simply because no one had
remembered the date. It wasn't that she wanted presents, she sobbed. It
was that she wanted someone to be glad that she'd been born and it was so
lonesome without Barby--

In the midst of her reluctant confession Mr. Darcy bethought himself of
the prism in his pocket.

"Here," he said, drawing it out. "Take this and put a rainbow around your
troubles. It's a sort of magic glass. When you look through it, it shows
you things you can't see with your ordinary eyes. Look what it does to
the holiday tree."

There was a long-drawn breath of amazement from Georgina as she held the
prism to her eyes and looked through it at the tree.

"Oh! Oh! It does put a rainbow around every branch and every little tuft
of green needles. It's even lovelier than the colored lanterns were.
Isn't it wonderful? It puts a rainbow around the whole outdoors."

Her gaze went from the grape arbor to the back garden gate. Then she
jumped up and started around the house, the old man following, and
smiling over each enthusiastic "oh" she uttered, as the prism showed her
new beauty at every step. He was pleased to have been the source of her
new pleasure.

"It's like looking into a different world," she cried, as she reached the
kitchen door, and eagerly turned the prism from one object to another.
Mrs. Triplett was scowling intently over the task of trying to turn the
lid of a glass jar which refused to budge.