Come down here and let me give you a big hug.

And I've got a message for you from that dried-up old fellow with the shaggy head.

He sent you his love--every bit of it, he said.
And he's found some more gewgaws he's going to bring up some day.

Told me that, too." Masie had reached the floor and was running toward him with her hands extended, Fudge springing in front.
The old painter caught her up in his arms, lifting her off her little feet, and as quickly setting her down, his eyes snapping, his whole face aglow.

The joy bottled up in the child seemed to have swept through him like an electric current.
"And wasn't it a beautiful party ?" she burst out when she found her breath.