“AND SHE’S GIVEN ME A PAIR OF SILK STOCKINGS,” CRIED MOLLY.—Page 213.
“And she’s given me a pair of silk stockings,” cried Molly, “because she knows my luxurious tastes run to such things.”
“Edith Williams is the class joker,” remarked Judy, laughing. “She’s sent me a novel by Black and she’s written on the fly leaf, ‘For the first six months the Merry Widow read only novels by Black.’”
“Weren’t they dears?” broke in Molly. “They knew we’d be lonely and they wanted to make us laugh Christmas morning. Look what Edith sent me.”
It was a small round basket of sweet grass, no doubt purchased at the village store, and inside on pink cotton was a pasteboard medal. Printed around the outer edge of the medal was the following announcement: “Awarded to Pallas Athene Brown for the Best General Average in Good Manners and Amiability by the Wellington High School.”
There was a hole punched in one end of the medal with a blue ribbon run through it. On one of Edith’s cards in the box was written:
“To be worn on great occasions.”
The two girls received other amusing presents. If their friends had hoped to cheer them on their lonely Christmas morning, they had succeeded wonderfully well. Judy especially was in the wildest spirits. It was a custom of hers to describe her feelings exactly as a chronic invalid recounts his sensations.