"My list," replied Frank, "that cousin Harold wrote for me. I can read it all!"
"Then let us have it."
pictures of items on the list
"Here," said he, "is my hatchet."
"And here is my bow and arrows."
"And here is my dog; only it is not half so pretty as Fidelle."
"And down here at the bottom--that is--that is--I believe it is--either a block or a brick-bat. O, now I remember, it is my box of matches."
"Bravo, Frank," said his father, "you do credit to your teacher. I doubt whether I could myself have guessed what that last thing was intended for. Your list may pass also.
"Now, Miss Mary, let us have yours. You have had more to think of than all the others put together, and yet I'll warrant you are nearly as perfect in proportion."