“No,” said Mr. Darling. “But you know I said I’d get the fish; I didn’t promise to catch them.”
And Betsey had to laugh herself to see them laugh. And as she laughed she heard a familiar voice call, “Betsey, dear!”
“DON’T STIR UP THE WATER SO MUCH DOWN THERE,” CALLED MR. DARLING
“Why, mother can’t be home,” she cried.
But she opened the door and it surely was Mother who stood on the landing with her arms out ready for her busy little daughter.
“You may come down and look in my bag,” she said, kissing Betsey.
And when the black bag was opened, Betsey found two tiny boxes for her.
“I know when they’re tiny, they are for Mrs. Delight,” she giggled, as she unwrapped the tissue papers. Inside she found a beautiful little gilt cuckoo-clock with a tiny bird who really said “cuckoo” when you pulled a cord,—and two smooth, silver-framed mirrors.
“Those mirrors,” said Betsey, almost too pleased to speak, “mean that Mrs. Delight will have to have a new bureau.”