“Don’t open them yet,” the mother said. “I know what’s in them. Miss Virgie told me. They are pretty dresses that she and her friend have made for you girlies. They’ll be just what you need for starting in school. Goodness, where is your Dad?”
“There he is, high up where the spring is. Now, he’s coming. Hurry Pop! Mr. Slater’s cowboys are coming up the trail to pack our trunks down.”
The man’s eyes glowed, but he spoke no word. Silently he reached out his hand and clasped that of his faithful little wife, and she understood.
The End.