"It quite makes me ache with longing to give some of them away. I don't want so many frocks: there are a good dozen here all told. Aunt Katie O'Flynn's the one for extravagance, bless her! and for having a thing done in style, bless her! I should like you to see her. It's splendacious she is entirely when she's dressed up in her best--velvet and feathers and laces and jewels. Why, nothing holds her in bounds; there's nothing she stops at. I have seen her give hundreds of pounds for one little glittering gem. Ah! and here's a ring. Look, Mrs. Tennant." Kathleen had now opened a small box which was lying at the bottom of the great trunk. There were several treasures in it: a necklet of glittering white stones, another of blue, another of red, and this little ring--a little ring which contained a solitary diamond of the purest water. "Now I shall look stylish," said Kathleen, and she slipped the ring on the third finger of her left hand. "My wedding finger too, bedad!" she said. When the contents of the trunk had been finally explored, Kathleen began to sort her finery. Mrs. Tennant gave advice. "Some of these things are a little too fine for everyday use," she said. "But some of these blouses are very suitable, and so are these white and gray and pink shirts. And this blue bodice is quite nice for the evening, and so is the skirt belonging to it; but this and this and this--I wouldn't wear these until I went home if I were you, my love." Kathleen glanced at her. A slight frown came between her brows. "Don't you see," she said impatiently, "that I want to give away some of these things? Do you see this dozen of blouses, all exactly alike, in this box? These are for the secret society." "The what, Kathleen?" "Oh, you musn't tell--it is the most profound secret--but I have joined one. Being an Irish girl, it is quite natural. I sent a line to Aunt Katie to get a dozen of the very prettiest blouses she could. Of course there are a lot more members, but our Cabinet has risen to something like a dozen, so I thought I'd have them handy. Aren't they just sweet?" As she spoke she took out of the box the palest blue cashmere blouse, most exquisitely trimmed with blue embroidery flecked with pink silk. The blouse had real lace round the neck and cuffs, and must have cost a great deal of money. "Don't you think Alice would look very nice in one of these?" said Kathleen, gazing with a very earnest face at Mrs. Tennant. "Pink is more Alice's color. She is too pale for blue," was Mrs. Tennant's reply. "Well, then, look here. Isn't this a perfect duck? See for yourself. It's a sort of cross between a coral and a rose--oh, so exquisite! And see how it is made, with all these teeny tucks and the embroidery let in between. And the sleeves--aren't they just illegant entirely? Don't you think we might make her wear it?"