"Not a bit of it. You must do your part." And she had whisked him across the room and landed him beside the basket, before he could realize her intention.
For two hours, the fun was fast and furious. Mulvaney, on the floor in a nest of papers, was wrestling with a vast bone, Mrs. Farrington was admiring a bit of Hope's dainty handiwork, and Hubert was trying hard to realize that at last he was the proud owner of a watch. Everyone was happy, and Hope and Theodora congratulated themselves upon the success of their Christmas frolic.
"It's your turn to draw, Billy." And Theodora rolled him across the floor to the fast-emptying basket.
"Bah! I can't reach it. Get the one in the corner, Ted. It's a big square one."
"Is this it?"
"Yes." Billy took it and read the label. Theodora, with love from Babe.
"Why, Babe dear, you gave me the gloves."
Phebe flushed.
"It's probably some grind on you, Teddy," Hubert suggested, as his sister tore away the wrappers.
Inside was a box, then another. Phebe smiled in conscious satisfaction, while Theodora opened one layer after another of the papers within and at last drew out a long flexible bundle.