"You don't tell me! Well! I never heard anything like it! And what will your father say ?" Her face fell.

"Don't let's tell him! Let's have a surprise." Felix shook his head.

"I am afraid we could never do that, unless we locked him up in the cellar and did not give him a thing to eat until everything was ready.

Oh, just think how he would beg for mercy!" Masie rubbed her cheek up and down that of Felix in disapproval.

"No, you wouldn't be so mean to poor Popsy." "Well, then, suppose--suppose--" and he held her teasingly from him to note the effect of his words--"suppose we make him go away--way off somewhere, to buy something--so far away that he could not come back until the next day.