H. R., having no reply ready, pretended to read the morning paper.
At length something occurred to her
"Oh, by the way, dear," she said, when Dora had sipped her coffee and nibbled a few mouthfuls of bread and butter, "some more presents have come for you."
"Oh!" said Dora, indifferently
"They are on the hall table--shall I get them for you?"
"If you like. I am in no hurry."
But H. R. had recognised Jim's writing on one parcel, and wanted to watch her sister's face when Dora opened the packet. Jim, it should be added had placed the presents from Koko and himself on the hall table very late on the previous night.
H. R. left the breakfast-room, and presently returned bearing three parcels in her arms.
"I think there must be one from Frank, too; he was wrapping up something very mysteriously before he went to school this morning."
Dora turned over the three parcels which H. R. set down on the table before her. After scrutinising the writing on each, she opened that addressed to her in Frank's irregular round-hand. Frank's present proved to be a volume of Tennyson's works in a handsome morocco leather cover.