I know that is Anne! She promised to be here early.

The Eight Originals are going to trim the tree, you know." Grace rushed to the front door to open it for Anne, who staggered into the hall, her arms full of packages.

"Oh, catch them," she gasped.

"I'm going to drop them all and two of them are breakable." Grace sprang forward to relieve Anne of her load.

One fat package fell to the floor and rolled under the living-room sofa.