“It makes one shiver to think of it; and, by the way, Jack, I promised you a watch at Christmas. Be sure to remind me.”
“I’d rather have something else, Aunt Anne.”
“Why, Jack?”
“Oh, I know lots of fellows carry watches. They have an awful time.”
“The watches?”
“No; those boys. If you have a watch, you have to wind it up, and the fellows ask what time it is; and if you play, it gets smashed; and if you have a fight, you have to get another fellow to hold it, and he forgets—”
“Gracious! The simplicity of the mind of youth! You would prefer—a new bat?”
“Yes, indeed, and a good foot-ball.”
“I am a female Kriss Kringle,—presents to order.”
“Thank you, Aunt Anne. And I say, Rosy Posy, get lunch ready. Oh, quit eating and come along, Dick!”