And it was a party indeed!
Nothing could have been so totally different from Muriel's masquerade, yet it rivaled it in fun. Phyllis and Janet wore dresses exactly alike, and had the joy of playing their old tricks on a new company.
They danced and played games until twelve o'clock, and then Peter and Jack took them home in the sleigh.
On Christmas Day they went again to Mrs. Todd's and found all their gifts piled up under their little tree. Auntie Mogs had sent over even the New York presents and the ones from Tom.
One little box for Phyllis was the greatest surprise of all. It contained a very beautiful bracelet set with a single large sapphire, and tied to it was a card which read—
"Merry Christmas to my girl, from Don"
"The darling," Phyllis said happily as she clasped it over her arm; "what a wonderful gift!"
"Indeed it is, my dear," Auntie Mogs agreed, "but"—she added with a smile, "I think you deserve it."
Jack looked at it gleefully. "Ha, ha!" he exclaimed, "now I can tell them apart!"
He spoke with pride, but his fall was not far off, for before many minutes had passed Phyllis had slipped the bracelet to Janet, and his confusion was worse than ever.