A week later a box came by mail to Priscilla. Opening it she found not only a half dozen of the photographs in which she and Martine were taken together, but also a dozen of the single heads, finished in the most expensive style. For a moment she was rather upset by the packet. "Of course there's some mistake," she said. "The man must have thought that I meant to give an order like Martine's, but I can never in the world afford these, and mother would be displeased with me for ordering them. There is only one thing--I'm sure to have some money given me at Christmas, and I can use some, or all of it, to pay this bill." No bill was contained in the package, and after a few days, when Priscilla went to the photographer's to ask for it, she was told that it was already paid. Then she sought Martine, who did not deny that she had paid the bill. "Why, it was the proper thing for me to do," she said. "It was I who had the photographs taken, and I who ordered them finished. I can't see that you have much to do with the matter now, except to send the photographs as Christmas cards. I can tell you they'll go like hot cakes, for they are just as good as they can be." But Priscilla was firm, and though Martine tried to be firmer, she could not get her friend to promise to accept the pictures as a gift. "They are really not a gift, either," urged Martine, "for I myself wanted to be in a group with you, and you stood there only to oblige me; so certainly you've earned something for your trouble, and as to the single heads, I wanted a separate picture of you, and while the photographer was about it, it didn't cost much more for a dozen than for one." Again Priscilla presented her side, adding only that she must ask Martine to wait until after Christmas for the sum she had spent. "If I didn't like the photographs," she concluded, "the whole thing would be different; but I do like them, and I can send them away as Christmas gifts, and so I must pay the bill." "But it came to me." "For my photographs?" "No, for mine; I had them taken. They wouldn't have been printed if I hadn't ordered them." "Oh, but mine are mine." "Why, of course they are yours--at least all that were sent to your house." "I can't bear to be obliged to anyone else for them." "That's one of your greatest faults, Priscilla; you hate to be obliged to anybody for anything." So for the present the discussion was dropped, though each friend was determined that in the end she would carry her own point. This steadfast holding to her purpose was what Martine called Priscilla's "ill-temper," in describing the affair to Amy. Though she inwardly approved of her friend's independence, she felt that after she had approved of it Priscilla ought then to be ready to yield to her.