As the urchin took the parcel from her, he said in a confidential aside:—
"Tell yer wot it is, miss, 'e's too 'igh and mighty for 'is business!"
"I expect so. You can see that he is consumed with conceit."
The urchin nodded his head towards Molly.
"That young lidy's just laughing at 'im, ain't she?"
Nell declared with an airy recklessness, "Oh, they're all maniacs!"
He trotted off, parcel under arm, and the maniacs sent "Happy Christmasses" after him.
"Nell O'Brien," Denis exclaimed, "that for your impertinent pate!"
The woolly rabbit bit her brow. A dog followed, a ball, an elephant, a brush—then Molly burst out, "Mrs. J-J-Jelks!"
Mrs. Jelks received a fur monkey on her plump shoulder. She was wiping her eyes, but her laughter was dying, killed by her disapproval of the toy storm.