"Naughty Granny!... Naughty Granny!"
"Ssh!" said the old woman, soothingly.
Addie had entered; and the child, dropping the book and the dominoes, crowed with delight and ran up to him. She called him uncle, not realizing that he was her cousin:
"Uncle Addie!" she cooed.
He opened his arms wide, lifted her a few inches from the floor:
"Look in Uncle Addie's pockets," he said.
"What have you got? What have you got?"
She fumbled in his pockets.
"No, that's Uncle's pocket-book.... No, that's his watch.... Here, look, what's this?"
He now helped her find the little parcel. She tugged hurriedly at the paper and string; and he opened the parcel for her. It was a little kaleidoscope.