Here Fanny interposed, "If you have any note or card belonging to Sophie, give it up at once. She shall not be tormented. Out with it, Di. I see your hand in your pocket, and I ’m sure you have been in mischief." "Take your old letter, then. I know what’s in it; and if I can’t keep my secret for fun, Sophie shall not have hers. That Tilly sent the coral, and Sophie spent her hundred dollars in books and clothes for that queer girl, who’d better stay among her lobsters than try to be a lady," cried Di, bent on telling all she knew, while Sophie was reading her letter eagerly. "Is it true?" asked Dora, for the four girls were in a corner together, and the rest of the company busy pulling crackers. "Just like her! I thought it was that; but she would n’t tell. Tell us now, Sophie, for _I_ think it was truly sweet and beautiful to help that poor girl, and let us say hard things of you," cried Fanny, as her friend looked up with a face and a heart too full of happiness to help overflowing into words. "Yes; I will tell you now. It was foolish, perhaps; but I did not want to be praised, and I loved to help that good Tilly. You know she worked all summer and made a little sum. So glad, so proud she was, and planned to study that she might go to school this winter. Well, in October the uncle fell very ill, and Tilly gave all her money for the doctors. The uncle had been kind to her, she did not forget; she was glad to help, and told no one but me. Then I said, ’What better can I do with my father’s gift than give it to the dear creature, and let her lose no time?’ I do it; she will not at first, but I write and say, ’It must be,’ and she submits. She is made neat with some little dresses, and she goes at last, to be so happy and do so well that I am proud of her. Is not that better than fine toilets and rich gifts to those who need nothing? Truly, yes! yet I confess it cost me pain to give up my plans for Christmas, and to seem selfish or ungrateful. Forgive me that." "Yes, indeed, you dear generous thing!" cried Fan and Dora, touched by the truth. "But how came Tilly to send you such a splendid present?" asked Di. "Should n’t think you ’d like her to spend your money in such things." "She did not. A sea-captain, a friend of the uncle, gave her these lovely ornaments, and she sends them to me with a letter that is more precious than all the coral in the sea. I cannot read it; but of all my gifts _this_ is the dearest and the best!"