“Roger and James,” decreed Helen, presenting each of them with a knife.
“Who are our high-flyers?”
“The Ethels,” every one said promptly, for the Ethels were the only ones present who had been up in an aeroplane.
A tiny flyer was given to each of them.
So it went on until the supply of parcels in Helen’s basket was exhausted.
“Now, to wind up with,” Helen said, “I want to thank Uncle Richard for giving us the very finest kind of present,” and she waved her hand across the table to Miss Daisy, whose shining eyes and glowing cheeks told of her delight in all she had seen. “Uncle Richard is taking away Ethel Blue, but he’s giving us an aunt. We love her already and we think we’ve all won a prize in her.”
“Ah, no,” exclaimed Miss Daisy, slipping one hand into Ethel Blue’s and laying the other on Captain Morton’s shoulder. “It is I who have won a prize—a double prize!”
Transcriber’s Note
- Silently corrected some obvious typographical errors and misspellings.
- Used hyphens more consistently, when the original showed a clear preference.