Max and Lulu had not given up their fret and scroll sawing and carving, but usually found at least a few minutes to devote to them every day. They had been for weeks engaged upon some pretty things for Grace, to be presented upon her birthday, which was now near at hand.
It was a secret between themselves, known to no one else except their father, from whom they seldom desired to conceal any thing. It was a dear delight to both that he was always ready to receive their confidences, listen with interest and give hearty sympathy and help also, if it were needed.
Going into their workroom one morning, he found them there, both busily plying their tools.
“You seem to be very industrious,” he remarked with a pleased smile. “Are you not nearly done?”
“Yes, papa,” they answered, “we have only a little more to do, but we must make haste with that, for to-morrow is Gracie’s birthday.”
“I have not forgotten that,” he said. “I shall have a gift for her too.”
“What, papa?” cried Lulu eagerly. “May we know?”
“You may know to-morrow,” he answered pleasantly. “This is very pretty, Lulu,” taking up some of her work and examining it critically.
“Yes, papa; and this is the last piece I’m doing now. Then I’ll fasten them together and the cradle will be done, all but putting in the pink satin lining I have ready for it. It will just fit Kitty, Gracie’s largest doll, and I’ve made such a sweet little pillow and spread for it; both of pink satin covered with lace. Oh, I’m sure Gracie will be delighted! particularly because I’ve made every thing myself.”
“I haven’t a doubt that she will,” he said. Then, looking at his watch, “You have still fifteen minutes before school time.”