She was crying by herself in the dark . It was Christmas for everybody but her , she thought drearily . In an hour the girls came back with their purchases . `` Now , let 's hold a council of war , '' said Jean jubilantly . `` I had n't the faintest idea what Miss Allen would like so I just guessed wildly . I got her a lace handkerchief and a big bottle of perfume and a painted photograph frame -- and I 'll stick my own photo in it for fun . That was really all I could afford . Christmas purchases have left my purse dreadfully lean . '' `` I got her a glove-box and a pin tray , '' said Belle , `` and Olive got her a calendar and Whittier 's poems . And besides we are going to give her half of that big plummy fruit cake Mother sent us from home . I 'm sure she has n't tasted anything so delicious for years , for fruit cakes do n't grow on Chestnut Terrace and she never goes anywhere else for a meal . '' Beth had bought a pretty cup and saucer and said she meant to give one of her pretty water-colours too . Nellie , true to her reputation , had invested in a big box of chocolate creams , a gorgeously striped candy cane , a bag of oranges , and a brilliant lampshade of rose-coloured crepe paper to top off with . `` It makes such a lot of show for the money , '' she explained . `` I am bankrupt , like Jean . '' `` Well , we 've got a lot of pretty things , '' said Jean in a tone of satisfaction . `` Now we must do them up nicely . Will you wrap them in tissue paper , girls , and tie them with baby ribbon -- here 's a box of it -- while I write that letter ? '' While the others chatted over their parcels Jean wrote her letter , and Jean could write delightful letters . She had a decided talent in that respect , and her correspondents all declared her letters to be things of beauty and joy forever .
She put her best into Miss XXXXX 's Christmas letter .
Allen Belle Beth Jean Mother Nellie Whittier lampshade saucer war