day who does scrubbing for the college who needs them. I found out where she lives and I'm going to bundle them all together and send them to her. I don't wish her to know where they came from. I'll just write a card, and—"
The three broadly smiling faces of her friends caused her to stop short and regard them suspiciously. "What's the matter?" she said in an offended tone.
Grace ran over and slipped her arm about the stout girl's shoulders. "You are the one who sent Ruth her lovely clothes last Christmas. Don't try to deny it. I was sure of it then."
"Oh, see here," expostulated Elfreda, jerking herself away, her face crimson. "I—you—"
"Confess," threatened Miriam, seizing the little brass tea kettle and brandishing it over Elfreda's head.
"I won't," defied Elfreda, laughing a little in spite of her efforts to appear offended.
"One, two," counted Miriam, grasping the kettle firmly.
"All right, I did," confessed Elfreda nonchalantly. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Present you with your Christmas gifts now," smiled Miriam. "You wouldn't look at us last Christmas, so we've been saving our gifts ever since. Wait a minute, girls, until I go for mine."