Clorinda went home and upstairs to her little room under the eaves , where the great bare willow boughs were branching athwart her windows . She was thinking over what Aunt Emmy had said about Christmas gifts and giving . `` I 'm sure I do n't know what she could have meant , '' pondered Clorinda . `` I do wish I could find out if it would help me any . I 'd love to remember a few of my friends at least . There 's Miss Mitchell ... she 's been so good to me all this year and helped me so much with my studies . And there 's Mrs. Martin out in Manitoba . If I could only send her something ! She must be so lonely out there . And Aunt Emmy herself , of course ; and poor old Aunt Kitty down the lane ; and Aunt Mary and , yes -- Florence too , although she did treat me so meanly . I shall never feel the same to her again . But she gave me a present last Christmas , and so out of mere politeness I ought to give her something . '' Clorinda stopped short suddenly . She had just remembered that she would not have liked to say that last sentence to Aunt Emmy . Therefore , there was something wrong about it . Clorinda had long ago learned that there was sure to be something wrong in anything that could not be said to Aunt Emmy . So she stopped to think it over . Clorinda puzzled over Aunt Emmy 's meaning for four days and part of three nights . Then all at once it came to her . Or if it was n't Aunt Emmy 's meaning it was a very good meaning in itself , and it grew clearer and expanded in meaning during the days that followed , although at first Clorinda shrank a little from some of the conclusions to which it led her .
`` I 've solved the problem XXXXX my Christmas giving for this year , '' she told Aunt Emmy .
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