look he had yet seen on her
face.

"Oh, thank you, father, so much, I will go up and unpack at once, if I
may, there are presents in my big box for everyone."

CHAPTER IV.

Audrey had already unpacked a book for her father, a soft down cushion for
her mother, and a pretty pinafore for Baby Joan.

"This is for--oh no, this is a pair of shoes for Debby--oh Debby, Debby,
how dare you!" Audrey's face and voice and manner changed in a flash from
sweet graciousness to hot anger. "Just look at the mess you have made,
and your heel is on the brim of my best hat. Oh, how clumsy you are!"

Deborah was sitting right in the middle of Audrey's bed, and Tom on
Faith's. Faith herself sat on the floor, gazing entranced at her sister's
pretty belongings. In one hand she held a smart new patent leather shoe,
in the other a pretty bedroom slipper. "What is Debby doing?" she asked
absently. "Oh, Audrey, you have three--no, four pairs of house shoes!
How----"

But Audrey was not in the mood to listen to a recital of her own
blessings. "Deborah couldn't sit on a chair, or the floor, but must
actually clamber on to my bed, with her boots on too! Just look at the
mess she has made my white quilt in! It--it looks as though it had been
slept on by--by a muddy dog."

Faith, roused by the wrath in her sister's voice, put aside the shoes, and
looked up. "Debby," she said reprovingly, "you shouldn't. You know
Audrey wants the bed to put her things on. Why couldn't you sit on the
floor beside me?"

"I couldn't see all the things when I was down so low," explained Deborah,
in an aggrieved voice.

"I have a good mind not to give you your presents at all," stormed Audrey.
"I am sure granny wouldn't wish me to, if she knew how naughty you were."

"I don't want your old presents, you can keep them yourself," retorted
Debby hotly, scrambling off the bed hurriedly, and dragging off a
collection of gloves and laces with her. Her face was red and angry too,
but tears were very near the surface.

Faith held out her arm, "Come and sit beside me, dear, and we will put on
your new shoes, to see if they fit."

"I don't care if they fit or not, I don't want them! I wouldn't wear them
if they did. Audrey had better keep them for herself--disagreeable old
thing," and Debby, mortified and indignant, marched out of the room,
banging the door behind her.

Faith's face grew troubled. The child had been so happy a moment before.
"Sh