"Well, will you take out of yours as fast as I take out of mine?"
"Well!"
Oh, mysterious delight, and delightful mystery, of the stuffed stocking! Ellen's trembling fingers sought the top, and then very suddenly left it.
"I can't think what it is," said she, laughing "it feels so funny."
"Oh, never mind! make haste," said Ellen Chauncey; "it won't hurt you, I guess."
"No, it won't hurt me," said Ellen, "but"
She drew forth a great bunch of white grapes.
"Splendid! isn't it?" said Ellen Chauncey. "Now for mine."
It was the counterpart of Ellen's bunch.
"So far, so good," said she. "Now for the next."