Lulu was awake, too, sitting up in bed and trying, in the dim light of the early dawn, to undo a small paper parcel she had found on her pillow.
Max had opened the door and given his greeting in a subdued tone that there might be no danger of disturbing any sleeper in the vicinity.
"Oh!" cried Lulu, in a voice of suppressed eagerness, "the same to you! Come in and see what Santa Claus has brought me."
Max stepped in, closed the door, and tiptoeing to a window, raised the blind and drew back the curtain.
"O Max, Max; just see!" cried Lulu, as he turned toward her again.
She had succeeded in her efforts, and was now holding up her hand in a way to display to advantage a very pretty gold ring.
"Yes; oh, I'm glad, Lu! And there's something else, isn't there?"
"Money! a good deal, isn't it, Max?" she asked, holding out a crisp new bank-note.
"Five dollars," he answered, taking it to the light. "And I have just the same; found it on my pillow, from papa; and s'pose yours is, too. A gold pencil from Mamma Vi was there also."
"Yes; from papa," she said, examining the writing on the back of the envelope from which she had taken the note, "and the ring's from Mamma Vi. She always finds out just what I want. I'd rather have had a ring than almost anything else."