"Do the boys know about bringing their presents here ?" "Oh, yes," returned Grace.

"There goes the door bell!" She hurried to the door, flinging it wide open to admit three stalwart young men whose clean-cut, boyish faces shone with good humor.
"Hurrah for old Kris Kringle!" cried Hippy, who was in the lead, as he skipped nimbly into the living-room, and set down the heavy suit case he carried with a flourish.

Then backing into David Nesbit, who stood directly behind him, he said apologetically: "I beg your pardon, David, but if you will insist in taking up so much space you must expect to have your toes trampled upon." "I don't take up one half as much space as you do," flung back David.
"True; I hadn't looked at the matter in that light," Hippy agreed hastily.

"Let us change the subject.

I am so pleased, Grace, to know that you are giving this little affair in my honor.