These were snapped up by Reddy and Nora almost before they touched the floor.
"Here's the umbrella I thought I bought for Tom," growled Reddy, as he ripped off the simple inscription, "To Hippy, with love, Reddy." "Yes, and here is the monogrammed stationery I ordered made for Jessica," added Nora, glaring at the stout young man, who smiled blithely in return as one who had received an especial favor.
"You are holding on to two of my presents, though," he reminded.
Nora made a hasty inspection of the packages, then shoved the two presents toward him.

"There they are," she said severely.

"If I had known how badly you were going to behave, I wouldn't have given you a thing." "Take your scarf pin, Indian giver," jeered Hippy, holding out a small package, then jerking it back again.
"How do you know it's a scarf pin ?" inquired Nora.
"My intuition tells me, my child," returned Hippy gently.
"Then your intuition is all wrong," declared Nora O'Malley disdainfully.
"Always ready to argue," sighed Hippy.
"Mrs.Gray, I appeal to you, don't allow Hippy and Nora to start an argument.

There won't be either time or chance for anything else." "Hippy and Nora, be good children," laughingly admonished the sprightly old lady.
"Look out for Hippy's cards," David cautioned Mr.Harlowe.
The rest of the gifts were distributed without accident, and then by common consent a great unwrapping began, accompanied by rapturous "ohs," and plenty of "thank yous." It was almost one o'clock on Christmas morning before any of the guests even thought of home.

After the tree had been despoiled of its bloom, an impromptu show followed in which the young folks performed the stunts for which they were famous.