She was going from her own room with the books in her hand to place them on George's table, where he might find them on his return from school, when in the passage, she and her mother met. The gilt bindings of the seven handsome little volumes caught the old lady's eye.
"What are those?" she said.
"Some books for Georgy," Amelia replied--"I--I promised them to him at Christmas."

She was going from her room with the books in her hand to place them on George's table, when she and her mother met in the passage. The little volumes caught the old lady's eye.
"What are those?"
"Some books for Georgy," Amelia replied. "I promised them to him at Christmas."
