From among a great many desks of all descriptions, Mrs. Montgomery with some difficulty succeeded in choosing one to her mind. It was of mahogany, not very large, but thoroughly well made and finished, and very convenient and perfect in its internal arrangements. Ellen was speechless; occasional looks at her mother, and deep sighs, were all she had now to offer. The desk was quite empty. "Ellen," said her mother, "do you remember the furniture of Miss Allen's desk, that you were so pleased with a while ago?" "Perfectly, Mamma; I know all that was in it." "Well, then, you must prompt me if I forget anything. Your desk will be furnished with everything really useful. Merely showy matters we can dispense with. Now let us see — here is a great empty place that I think wants some paper to fill it. Show me some of different sizes, if you please." The shopman obeyed, and Mrs. Montgomery stocked the desk well with letter-paper, large and small. Ellen looked on in great satisfaction. "That will do nicely," she said; "that large paper will be beautiful whenever I am writing to you, Mamma, you know; and the other will do for other times, when I haven't so much to say; though I am sure I don't know who there is in the world I should ever send letters to, except you." "If there is nobody now, perhaps there will be at some future time," replied her mother. "I hope I shall not always be your only correspondent. Now, what next?" "Envelopes, Mamma?" "To be sure; I had forgotten them. Envelopes of both sizes to match." "Because, Mamma, you know I might, and I certainly shall, want to write upon the fourth page of my letter, and I couldn't do it unless I had envelopes." A sufficient stock of envelopes was laid in. "Mamma," said Ellen, "what do you think of a little note- paper?" "Who are the notes to be written to, Ellen?" said Mrs. Montgomery smiling. "You needn't smile, Mamma; you know, as you said, if I don't know now, perhaps I shall by-and-by. Miss Allen's desk had note-paper — that made me think of it." "So shall yours, daughter; while we are about it, we will do the thing well. And your note-paper will keep quite safely in this nice little place provided for it, even if you should not want to use a sheet of it in half-a-dozen years." "How nice that is!" said Ellen, admiringly. "I suppose the note-paper must have envelopes too," said Mrs. Montgomery. "To be sure, Mamma; I suppose so," said Ellen, smiling; "Miss Allen's had." "Well, now we have got all the paper we want, I think," said Mrs. Montgomery; "the next thing is ink — or an inkstand, rather." Different kinds were presented for her choice. "Oh, Mamma, that one won't do," said Ellen, anxiously; "you know the desk will be knocking about in a trunk, and the ink would run out, and spoil every thing. It should be one of those that shut tight. I don't see the right kind here." The shopman brought one.