"Here, Grace, it's yours," she explained.
"Don't pay any attention to that other card." Grace had turned her attention to a large tag that was fastened to the holly ribbon with which the package was tied.

She read aloud, "To my esteemed friend, Hippy, from his humble little admirer, Nora O'Malley." The instant of silence was followed by a shout of laughter, in which Nora joined.

"You rascal!" she exclaimed, shaking her finger at Hippy.
"I knew you were planning mischief when you sat over there writing those cards.

Take all those presents, girls.

I am sure they don't belong to this deceitful reprobate." Hippy at once set up a dismal wail, and clutched his packages to his breast, dropping all but two in the process.