Oh, Mothery, they are lovely, and Fathery, too.

Consider yourselves kissed thirteen hundred times! Oh, what's this ?" "That's my present," said King.

"Open it carefully, Mops." She did so, and revealed a pincushion, but a pincushion so befrilled and belaced and beflowered one could scarce tell what it was.
"I picked it out myself," said King, with obvious pride in his selection.

"I know how you girls love flummadiddles, and I took the very flummadiddlyest the old lady had.

Like it, Mops ?" "Like it! I _love_ it! I adore it! And it will go fine with this beauty ivory set." "Yes, you'll have a Louis Umpsteenth boudoir, when you get back to Rockwell." "I shan't use it down here," said Marjorie, fingering the pretty trifle, "for the sea air spoils such things.