And she read aloud by the single ray of light admitted through the shutters, and told stories until her voice was husky.
"It's fun, isn't it ?" said Eugenia, one day when they were waiting for their lunch to be brought up.

"I am always wondering what is coming next, for Cousin Elizabeth has never missed a day, sending up some surprise with our meals.

It is a continual surprise-party." "We'll be dreadfully spoiled," said Joyce, "like a little boy at home that I know.

He insists on keeping Christmas the year around.

As he is the only child, and they'd give him the moon if they could reach it, they let him hang up his stocking every night, and every morning there is a present in it for him." "Cousin Elizabeth is spoiling us just the same way," said Eugenia.
"Those little souvenir spoons she sent up with the chocolate yesterday are perfect darlings.