"Why, the babies that the Sunshine Society gives a Christmas to. And there's oceans of babies, and they all want dolls,--I guess the boys must like dolls, too, they want so many. And, oh, Patty, they're the dearest little things,--the babies, I mean,--and I just _love_ to dress dolls for them. I'd rather do it than to make presents for my rich friends." Suddenly Patty felt a great wave of self-compunction. She had planned and prepared gifts for all her friends, and for most of her relatives, but for the poor she had done nothing! To charity she had given no thought! And at Christmas, when all the world should feel the spirit of good will to men, she had utterly neglected to remember those less fortunate than herself. "What's the matter?" said Clementine, dismayed by Patty's expression of remorse. "I'm a pig!" said Patty; "there's no other word for such a horrid thing as I am! Why, Clementine, I've made presents for nearly everybody I know, and I haven't done a thing for charity! Did you ever know such an ungrateful wretch?" "Oh, it isn't too late, yet," said Clementine, not quite understanding why Patty was so serious about it; "here, help me sew these." She tossed her some tiny satin sleeves, already cut and basted, and offered a furnished work-basket. "'Deed I will!" said Patty, and in a few moments she too was sewing, as deftly, if not quite so rapidly, as Clementine. "You see, Clem," she went on, "I've been so busy ever since I came home, that I simply forgot the poor people. And now it's too late." "It's too late to make things," agreed Clementine, "but not too late to buy them." "But I've spent all my Christmas money," said Patty, contritely. "Father gives me a liberal allowance, and then extra, for Christmas money. And it's just about all gone, and I hate to ask him for more." "Well, never mind, Patsy, you can make up for it next year. And if you help me dress these dolls, that will square up your conscience." "No, it won't. But I'll find a way to do something, somehow. Are these Sunshine people all babies?" "Oh, no; the society helps all sorts of poor people, children and grown-ups too. Mother is one of the directors, and we do a lot of this doll-dressing every year." "Well, I'll help you a while this afternoon, but I won't have another chance. You see just about every moment is taken up from now till Christmas." "You're going to the Farringtons', aren't you?" "Yes, for three or four days, while Nan and father are in Philadelphia at Nan's mother's. You're coming to the Christmas Eve dance, of course?" "Yes, indeed. It's to be a lovely party. The Farringtons always have such beautiful entertainments. Now, Patty, do tell me about your trip." So Patty told many tales of her stay in Paris and in England, and of her pleasure trip through Italy, and as she talked, her fingers flew, and she had soon completed three doll dresses, that were quite as pretty and well-made as Clementine's.