“One minute!” cried Max: “you’ve forgotten something. Here’s your moments, you know. And then there is the present you were to give us: don’t leave that out.”
“I’m glad you reminded me,” said March,—“very glad indeed.” His wild eyes sparkled with a fierce light which was ugly to see. With one hand he seized his “moments,” the other was fumbling in his pocket.
“Here it is!” he cried, and flung something in their faces. Another instant he had banged the door and was gone. They could hear him roaring and whooping as he went.
The poor children—all red in the face, sneezing, coughing—looked at each other.
“Ow! ow!” cried Max.
“Thzs! thzs!” responded Thekla.
March’s present was a bad cold in the head!
Little Tot and the Baby asleep.