ings in your cupboard that are very nice."

"But she could have two pairs. These would be so pretty with the red
dress in the Jack Frost song. She could wear the black ones with the
blue dress," said Cordelia, seized anew with her besetting sin and
growing helpless in its grasp.

She asked the number of the shoes, finding it the same that Susie wore.
Then she asked the price. She could buy the shoes and stockings for a
dollar and a half.

"One dollar more than I have got," she said in feverish regret. She was
intently silent for a little, then she turned, and, running quickly to
the school-teacher, drew her to one side, where they could talk unheard.

"The Indian doll my grandmother made for me is very nice and new, for I
have kept it in my trunk so much. I will give it to you if you please to
give me one dollar--that is what they gave my grandmother for her dolls
when she would sell them at the agency," Cordelia said, in eager
undertone.

"Why, child, you surely cannot wish to sell your Indian doll that has a
beaded buckskin dress just like the one your grandmother wore when she
was your age?" said the school-teacher in surprise. "No, thank you,
dear. You wish to give me pleasure, but I cannot accept it, for I know
you love the little Indian grandmother better than you could the
prettiest white doll in the Christmas box," she added, gratefully.

"It is very Indian-minded, and I do not now care for it," replied the
girl, with a clouded face. "I wish to buy the little brown shoes and
stockings in the glass box," pointing to the show-case. "I have only
fifty cents."

"Why, of course, Cordelia, if you really wish to sell it," was the
response. "The shoes and stockings are for Susie, I suppose, but are
not the black ones nice enough?"

Cordelia had displayed the little black shoes and stockings to the
teachers with a deal of pride.

"But the brown ones are much prettier for the Jack Frost song," she
argued, pressingly.

"Very well," replied the teacher, opening her purse and handing her the
dollar, with a sorry look. "Perhaps, however, we would better see the
little things before you buy them."

The brown shoes and stockings were examined by the teachers and were
thought quite satisfactory for the price. Cordelia bought them
breathlessly and hid them in her coat pocket to insure their safety.

But the home-going in the early moonlight evening was less joyous than
had been the journey to the store. To