The next thing in each stocking was a large horn of sugar- plums.
"Well, that's fine, isn't it?" said Ellen Chauncey "yours is tied with white ribbon, and mine with blue; that's all the difference. Oh! and your paper's red and mine is purple."
"Yes, and the pictures are different," said Ellen.
"Well, I had rather they would be different wouldn't you? I think it's just as pleasant. One's as big as the other at any rate. Come, what's next?"
Ellen drew out a little bundle, which, being opened, proved to be a nice little pair of dark kid gloves.
"Oh, I wonder who gave me this!" she said "it's just what I wanted. How pretty! oh, I'm so glad! I guess who it was."
"Oh, look here," said the other Ellen, who had been diving into her stocking "I've got a ball this is just what I wanted, too; George told me if I'd get one he'd show me how to play. Isn't it pretty? Isn't it funny we should each get just what we wanted? Oh, this is a very nice ball. I'm glad I've got it. Why, here is another great round thing in my stocking! what can it be? they wouldn't give me two balls," said she, chuckling.
"So there is in mine!" said Ellen. "Maybe they're apples?"
"They aren't! they wouldn't give us apples; besides, it is soft. Pull it out and see."
"Then they are oranges," said Ellen laughing.