"Behold!"
He held forth a long white canvas stocking filled with little infantile toys and sweets.
"Oh, Denis!"
Nell and the Atom were gleeful; Molly's glee was tempered.
"She'll be awfully cross!"
"I'm going to write that it's from Santa Claus with compliments and respect, and then I'm going to hang it on her bed."
At about half-past ten they prepared to go to bed. The "this-time-last-year" imps were rather busy, but found themselves combated fiercely.
Nell hugged Sheila Pat a little harder than usual.
"Good night, asthore."
"I like you in your nightie, Nell," the Atom said.