She bought a great many yards of the material known as Turkey red, and also a whole piece of white illusion. Some gilt paper completed her list, and she ran back to the car, the shopkeeper following with her bundles. They attended to some errands for Adèle, and then whizzed back to the house just in time to see the Christmas tree being put into place.
“We’re going to have the tree at five o’clock,” said Adèle, “on account of baby May. It’s really for her, you know, and so I have it before dinner.”
“Fine!” declared Patty. “And where do we put our presents?”
“On these tables,” and Adèle pointed to several small stands already well heaped with tissue-papered parcels.
“Very well, I’ll get mine,” and Patty went flying up to her room. Mona followed, and the two girls returned laden with their bundles.
“What fascinating looking parcels,” said Adèle, as she helped to place them where they belonged. “Now, Patty, about the tree; would you have bayberry candles on it, or only the electric lights?”
“Oh, have the candles. They’re so nice and traditional, you know. Unless you’re afraid of fire.”
“No; all the decorations are fireproof. Jim would have them so. See, we’ve lots of this Niagara Falls stuff.”
Adèle referred to a decoration of spun glass, which was thrown all over the tree in cascades, looking almost like the foam of a waterfall. This would not burn, even if the flame of a candle were held to it.
“It’s perfectly beautiful!” exclaimed Patty. “I never saw anything like it before.”