“I mean anybody that you would like to honor with a gift.  Suppose you begin with Miss Price—­Miss Lucy Price.”

“Oh, I’d love to!  But what could I get?”

“Plenty of things to choose from,—­books and jewelry and all sorts of knick-knacks, besides pretty bits to wear.”

“I think she’d like a new hand bag,” ventured Polly.  “Hers is so gray and shabby.  Would it cost too much?”

“No, indeed!” laughed Mrs. Jocelyn.  “You shall buy the very prettiest one we can find.  But before I forget it I must see about something else.  I want your picture, and I know your hospital friends would like it, too.  Wait a minute, and I’ll call up Fisher, and secure an appointment for this afternoon if possible.”

She disappeared in the tiny room back of the staircase, set apart for the telephone, and Polly heard her voice, as she talked over the wire.  “I have promised to have you there at three o’clock,” she announced presently.  “That will give us a good two hours for shopping, if we don’t talk too long over our luncheon.”

“Am I dressed all right?” queried Polly, anxiously; adding, “Who will want my picture?  The folks at the hospital see me all the time.”

“Oh, you precious bit of humanity!” cried the little lady, taking Polly in her arms.  “If I should tell you that you will make so sweet a picture that everybody will want it, would you believe it?”

“No,” Polly laughed, “because it would n’t be true.”

Mrs. Jocelyn kissed her for answer, and then asked what she would like to give to David.

“He has a knife,” mused Polly, scowling her forehead over the problem.

“How would a sterling silver fruit knife do?” suggested the little lady.

That was decided to be just the thing, and went down on the list.  For Dr. Dudley, in addition to the photograph, Polly thought a nice handkerchief would be suitable gift, and Mrs. Jocelyn wrote, “Box of H.” opposite his name.

“Could I give Leonora Hewitt something to wear?” ventured Polly.  “She thinks so much of pretty things; but she can’t have many, because her father is poor, and there are a lot of children besides her.  Leonora is a sweet girl—­and, oh, is n’t it lovely?  Dr. Dudley says now that she will get over her lameness, and be able to walk as well as anybody!”

“That is delightful!” agreed Mrs. Jocelyn.  “You shall surely get a beautiful something for Leonora.”

“Don’t you think a pink hair ribbon would be nice?” Polly asked.

Her hostess smiled over the modesty of the gift, and was about to suggest some article of jewelry; but she finally let it go as Polly had chose, only adding on the paper, “and sash.”

“We may change every one of these, when we come to the real selection,” laughed the little lady; “but the list will be a guide.”

Nobody was forgotten, not even Miss Hortensia Price, an “Illustrated Browning” being against her name.