"Now everybody," said Maude, "here is a mysterious package; and what will you give me for its contents?"
She took up as she spoke the neatly-folded cloth which had aroused curiosity before, and began to undo it.
Inside appeared a number of queer-shaped looking dainty rolls, and Maude held up the top one, saying, "Here is my first pretty thing; whom can it be for?"
"It is an M," said little Mary. "Perhaps it is for me."
"No, it does not happen to be," said Maude, smiling; "nor for me either; it is for mamma."
"Oh, to be sure!" said Mary.
"Here is a W."
"That is Wilmot," exclaimed Mary.
"And here an H for Hope, and an N for Nellie, and so on, and so on," passing them all round with rapid fingers; and then she laughingly told them, they must put some suitable adjectives to each letter before it was eaten, applicable to the person for whom it was made.
This set them off with fine jokes, and Wilmot was pronounced "wise" and "witty" and "wilful" in a breath. But they found some of the names more difficult to match; however, it served to amuse them, and dinner was a very cheerful affair.