Morris went straight home from here, and found that his mother had just returned from her afternoon drive. She had found the blotting book waiting for her when she came back that morning, and was delighted with the gift and the loving remembering thought that inspired it.
"But you shouldn't spend your money on me, my darling," she said to
Morris, "though I just love the impulse that made you."
"Oh, very well," said Morris, kissing her, "let's have the initials changed about then, and let it be M.A. from H.A."
Then his voice grew grave.
"Mother dear, I've got another birthday present for you. I think—I think you will like it."
She saw at once that he was speaking of no tangible material gift.
"Yes, dear?" she said.
"Madge and me," said Morris. "Just that."
And Mrs. Assheton did like this second present, and though it made her cry a little, her tears were the sweetest that can be shed.
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