"He's out in the kitchen, raking the fire. Don't you hear him?"
"Yes'm. Say, mother, have you seen your presents yet?"
"I found a handsome gold chain from your father on my bureau."
"Was that all you found?"
"Yes."
"Where did you look?" chuckled Dick.
"Why, on the parlor table, as usual, to be sure."
"Better look again, mother," laughed Dick.
By this time he was nearly dressed. He heard Mrs. Prescott going back into the parlor.
"I don't find anything else here for me," Mrs. Prescott called back in a puzzled voice.