"Oh, lovely!" said Isabel. "It was so pretty; and such a lot of candles; you could not have counted them, mamma, if you had tried ever so, not when they were all alight."
Ada stealthily brushed away her gathered tears, and said, without looking up, "Did they have presents on the tree?"
"Yes, lots," replied Netta emphatically; "little toys, bags of sweetmeats, pincushions, boxes, and fruit."
"Who made the things?" said Ada.
"We did, a great many," answered Isabel; "but of course the toys were bought. We made little bags of net, and the sweetmeats looked so pretty, showing through them."
"Then we made some net into the shape of sailor boys, and pushed pink and white lozenges into their legs and arms, and, oh, they did look so funny hanging by cottons dangling about!"
Netta and Isabel laughed gleefully, and Ada smiled too at the thought.
"The little ones did stare so," said Nellie, "when they were introduced into the room; and the baby gave quite a crow of delight."
"What did you give the baby?" asked Ada.
"A soft dog," answered Netta, "that would squeak."