One envelope, bearing the name "Date," when opened disclosed a small card on which was written:
CHRISTMAS DAY.
When I "call to see" you, this "date" will be exchanged for a "plum."
HAROLD.
This occasioned a laugh, and Mrs. Gordon began at once to sum up the total.
"It's to buy you anything you want—a comfort and luxury fund," explained Alice, "and all the members of the family join together in giving it."
"Grandfather, we hardly knew what to call your pie. It was not a chicken pie, even though it did contain a bird and a turkey. It was not a lemon pie, even if there was a lemon in it. It could not be called an apple, peach, cherry or mince pie, though there was plenty of fruit in that box, wasn't there?" said Alsie, with a laugh, when everything had been examined.
"I think I shall call it my 'Love Pie,' for never was a pie so highly seasoned or delightfully flavored with love as this has been," answered grandfather softly, "and I want the dear little girl who thought of it to know that I have enjoyed it more than any pie that I have ever eaten."
The invalid was a little wearied with the unusual excitement of the morning, and was soon ordered back to his bed for a little rest.