“Wot’s dat?” came the quick question from the bed.
“If you don’t know, I’m going to let it be a surprise to you, Swot. Do you think he will be well enough to come to my house? Of course I’ll send my carriage.”
“If he continues to improve, he certainly will be.”
“Say, is dat de ting dey has for de mugs wot goes to Sunday-school, an’ dat dey has a party for?”
“Yes, only this tree will be only for you, Swot,”
“Youse oin’t goin’ to have no udder swipes but me?”
“No.”
“Den who’ll git all de presents wot’s on de tree?” inquired Swot, suggestively.
“Guess!” laughed Constance.
“Will dey all be for me?”