"Here is a roast chicken," I cried. "Ida, put it at one end."
"Enid," called Gertie, "here's a duck in my box; put him opposite the chicken."
"'Dido et dux,'" said Enid.
"Well," answered Gertie, "I'm glad she didn't eat them all."
Here Sallie came in, triumphant.
"I showed her the thimble, girls, and told her all about everything, and she says we five and the other five and Miss Coningham—Elsie, she called her—can come up here right after prayers, and stay till ten o'clock."
"Could anything be jollier?"
"She says Elsie was our age when she first came here, and was as full of fun as we are."
Then I found your note, saying there were Apples for Anna, Eggs for Enid, Grapes for Gertie, Inglish walnuts for Ida, and Sardines for Sallie. We saw how hard up you were for I's, but we'd rather have the nuts than anything.
We had just got everything in order when the study bell rang. You can scarcely mention a "goody" that was not in one of those boxes. Gertie had a birthday cake with fifteen tapers on it, which we lighted.