“I think I’ll go up now to see Ethel,” said Nannette. “I hope she’s feeling better for uncle’s visit.”
“Yes, so do I,” returned Blanche; “but I wouldn’t go up just yet, she may be asleep; besides it’s time for us to be getting supper. You’ll set the table, won’t you, while I make the toast and tea?”
“Yes, indeed,” answered Nannette cheerfully, and they set to work.
Just as everything was ready for the meal, Harry came rushing in with a joyful little shout.
“Hello, girls! look at me!” and he danced about the kitchen, clapping his hands and acting like one fairly wild with delight. His sisters looked up and uttered simultaneous exclamations of surprise and delight.
“O Harry, how fine—how nice you look! Why, where did you get that new suit?”
“It’s a present from Uncle Albert!” exclaimed the boy half breathlessly, “coat and pants; and aren’t they splendid? And this isn’t all; he’s given me a handsomer suit than this for Sunday. Oh, but he’s a brick! now isn’t he? And see what he’s bought for Ethel and the rest of us,” he added, stepping to the door and bringing in a good-sized basket. “I didn’t show it at first, because I wanted your undivided attention given to my clothes.”
“Oh! oh! such elegant grapes and peaches and pears!” cried Nannette, peeping into the basket; “and—and what’s that at the bottom?”
“Why, what do you think?” laughed Harry.
“We’ll have to take it out of the basket and the paper it’s wrapped in, before we can tell,” replied Blanche, proceeding to lift out the fruit and place it carefully on a large dish. “Oh, birds picked and cleaned all ready for the gridiron! They must be for Ethel; and how good of uncle to buy them for her.”