“But I haven’t found a fortune, nor brought your camel’s-hair shawl.”
“It’s just as well,” said she; “for I haven’t anything else that would be suitable to wear with it.”
THE LITTLE CHRISTMAS PIES.
BY E. F.
FLORIS shut up her book, and looked at mamma. “Mamma, I wish we could be s’prised Christmas!”
“Surprised.” It was a moment before mamma understood. “It is somewhat difficult,” she said then, “to surprise little girls who feel at liberty to go to mamma’s drawers at any time, and to untie all the packages when the delivery-man comes. In a small house like this people have to help surprise themselves.”
“Who wants to help surprise theirselves!” exclaimed little Katy. “You ought to be cunning, mamma, and hide things; a ‘truly’ hide—you know—and not just in bureau drawers.”