Ba gosh! I guess you don' have so much present w'en you was li'l' gal you'se'f, w'at?
Mebbe you t'ink I forget you.

Wal, I didn't." He began to undo the fastenings of a parcel he carried in his arms, for Napoleon Doret had brought other things from Dawson besides his gifts to the children.

Necia snatched at the package.
"Don't you dare open it! Why, that's half the fun." She was a child herself now, her face flushed and her hands a-tremble.

Taking the package to the table, she hurriedly untied the knots while he stood watching her, his teeth showing white against his dark face, and his eyes half shut as if dazzled by the sight of her.
"Oh, why didn't you tie more knots in it ?" she breathed as she undid the last, and then, opening the wrappings slowly, she gasped in astonishment.

She shook it out gently, reverently--a clinging black lace gown of Paris make.