“Look inside,” suggested Cathalina.
Hilary drew off the narrow circlet and read the fine letters, “C. to H. Greycliff.”
Cathalina’s stocking was almost a duplicate of Hilary’s, but in the toe she found a dainty wrist watch. She already had an exquisite little watch, but this was in a style for which she had expressed a desire.
“Rah-rah for Greycliff!” cried Cathalina rather irrelevantly, waving the empty stocking, and slid out of bed. Etta came promptly at her ring and assisted both girls. It was Hilary’s first experience at having a maid do her hair. She sat still with sparkling eyes, thinking of the vivid description which she could give June and the boys of little Hilary in the lap of luxury.
“Toot-toot!” and “tat-tat” on their door, “Merry Christmas, ladies!”
“Merry Christmas, you old fraud!” responded Cathalina. “I called ‘Merry Christmas’ hours ago and you heard me too, didn’t you now, Philly?”
“Couldn’t I have been asleep?”
“Yes, you could, but you weren’t.”
“So long,” said Philip; “I smell turkey. Toot-toot.”
“They did give him that horn! Isn’t it awful? We’ll hang that and my ‘dollie’ on the tree.”