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 ''Oh. it's all very we'll to be philosophical. Nab, but wonder how YOU'D like to be in my shoes. How'd you like to be going to have a baby, with husband God knows where? And perfectly wonderful man whose heart you had to break for your foolishneas. Well-that's done. Pretty, isn't it?" Sybil held up the pink silk dress I've some flamingo feathers at home that I'll never wear again. think I'll clip the ends and make a dolls hat. Wouldn't the kid love it! And. Nab. I'm just going down town and get some junk for those children you just told me about. How old are they?"
 Bless your heart. dear! I'll get the record just minute. It's down in the record room.' Mabel tumbled the wool and the cambric from her lap. You wait here"
 Presently she was back agair. Here. I've written their names and ages on a card" She gave Sybil an envelope. Will you come back this after noon. anad go oyer the lists to see If we've stockings and gloves enough to go round? l have 10 write some reports, and I won't have a minute She walked with Sybil to the coat room. You're not such an egg after all," she said. and slapped her back affectionately
 Sybil put her wraps on. and backed away from the mirror du- biously. for full length view.
 She took the card from the en- velope. to read what Mabel had written. Betty White, g; Jack, q; Mona. 6; Tommy. 4: and Joan, ?. He who gives child a treat
 Makes joybells ring ia ~aven's And he who give $ child [. home.
 Builds palaces in Kingdom
 And she who gives a baby birth.
 Brings Savior Christ again on earth.'"
 Tears came to Sybil's eyes. and she dabbed them sayagely with her handkerchief. It was so easy to cry. Then, resolutely. she pow cfai to Mabel's office. Sticking her head in the open door. she whispered with strident gaiety:
 "Hey,s Nab, you old sentiment talist. How do you get that way? Save up your verses. darling, for the little Moores.'
 Out of doors it was crisply cold and white. All the world. it seemed, was Christmas shopping. People pushed and showed, and appeared ex- traordiaarily good-natured about it. The toy department to which sybil directed her steps was the most populous place in all the city.
 Santa Claus was there, shaking hands with children, and asking in a big voice what they would like in their stockings One small girl wanted little sewing machine.
 "The very thing" said Sybil to for Nona's doll and Joans."
 So she bought two dolls. bru- net with long natural curls, and a baby blond with painted yellow locks. And for the boys she bought fire engines and a fleet of cars and freights that ran on an electric track.
 Now" she concluded with con- siderable satisfaction, "I simply CAN'T afford anything for Val"
 Then straight to the infants de- partment of the smartest babyshop on Winter street she fought her way. It was less crowded there, and quieter.
 "I want something for brand new baby" she told pleasant wo- man behind shining glass case.
 "A little dress perhaps?" "No-o-o. I don't think so." | "One of these exquisite bonnets from Normandy? They're very new indeed"
 "I-I want something awfully little"
 | "Booties? These were knit in Belgium, these blue silk ones with the crocheted pink roses"
 ''They're darling - but I want something more-more personal