Say, mother, have you seen your presents yet ?" "I found a handsome gold chain from your father on my bureau." "Was that all you found ?" "Yes." "Where did you look ?" chuckled Dick.
"Why, on the parlor table, as usual, to be sure." "Better look again, mother," laughed Dick.
By this time he was nearly dressed.

He heard Mrs.Prescott going back into the parlor.
"I don't find anything else here for me," Mrs.Prescott called back in a puzzled voice.
"Mother, at this rate, you'll soon be needing specs," called Dick, throwing open his bedroom door and looking out.
"But I don't see anything else for me, Richard," insisted his mother, as the boy entered the parlor.
"Look again, mother.

Surely, you----" Then Dick halted suddenly, staring hard at the table, and at the mantel beyond.
"Why, I left----" he began, and then looked more puzzled.

At last he grinned as the solution of the mystery came into his mind.
"It's just one of dad's jokes," he laughed.

"Or else dad forgot.