Nora made a hasty inspection of the packages, then shoved the two presents toward him. "There they are," she said severely. "If I had known how badly you were going to behave, I wouldn't have given you a thing."
"Take your scarf pin, Indian giver," jeered Hippy, holding out a small package, then jerking it back again.
"How do you know it's a scarf pin?" inquired Nora.
"My intuition tells me, my child," returned Hippy gently.
"Then your intuition is all wrong," declared Nora O'Malley disdainfully.
"Always ready to argue," sighed Hippy.
"Mrs. Gray, I appeal to you, don't allow Hippy and Nora to start an argument. There won't be either time or chance for anything else."
"Hippy and Nora, be good children," laughingly admonished the sprightly old lady.
"Look out for Hippy's cards," David cautioned Mr. Harlowe.
The rest of the gifts were distributed without accident, and then by common consent a great unwrapping began, accompanied by rapturous "ohs," and plenty of "thank yous."