O, no! but one's money does not always hold out, even at Christmas time.
"Why," said Mr.Parlin, "what is this sticking fast to the sole of my new slipper?
Molasses candy, I do believe." "Yes sir; that's for Susy," cried Prudy, suddenly remembering how she had tucked it in at the last moment, when she could not stop to find any wrapping-paper.

"It isn't so big as it was, but it's the biggest piece I had in this world.

I saved it last night.

Susy likes 'lasses candy, and I couldn't think of nothin' else." It was a wonder that Prudy's candy had not spoiled some of the nice presents.
Susy received several pretty things; and though she did not talk quite so much as Prudy, she was just as happy.

For one thing, she had what she had not dreamed was possible for a little girl--a bottle of otto of rose; "just like a young lady." This was a real delight to Susy: but Prudy, sniffing at it, said, coolly, "O, ho! it smells 's if it didn't cost more'n a cent! 'Tisn't half so sweet as pep'mint!" Before Dotty could be put to bed, she had contrived to break several toys, all of which happened to be Susy's--a sugar temple, a glass pitcher, and a small vase.
This was an evening long to be remembered; but the most remarkable event of all was to come.
"Susy, my daughter," said Mr.Parlin, "have you been wondering why you don't see a present from me ?" Susy blushed.