"If my mother had said 'no' and had stuck to it, I'd be mighty glad over being able to get her a solid Christmas present just the same." Within another hour the presents had been bought, the crowd sticking together and giving collective advice for the benefit of each individual.
Then Dick went home.

Instead of passing through the store, where both his parents were, he took out his key and made for the door that admitted to the living rooms above.

Over the knob was tacked a piece of paper.

Dick took it off and carried it upstairs with him, where, in the light of the parlor, he read this message, in scrawling print: "Wait and see if you ain't sorry!" "This must be from the fit-thrower!" thought young Prescott, with an inward jump.
He was soon to know..