es! Oh, what's this?"

"That's my present," said King. "Open it carefully, Mops."

She did so, and revealed a pincushion, but a pincushion so befrilled and
belaced and beflowered one could scarce tell what it was.

"I picked it out myself," said King, with obvious pride in his
selection. "I know how you girls love flummadiddles, and I took the very
flummadiddlyest the old lady had. Like it, Mops?"

"Like it! I _love_ it! I adore it! And it will go fine with this beauty
ivory set."

"Yes, you'll have a Louis Umpsteenth boudoir, when you get back to
Rockwell."

"I shan't use it down here," said Marjorie, fingering the pretty trifle,
"for the sea air spoils such things. But when I get home I'll fix my
room all up gay,--may I, Mother?"

"I 'spect so. It's time you had a new wallpaper, anyway, and we'll get
one with little pink rosebuds to match King's pincushion."

The Bryants' gift came next.

It was in a small jeweller's box, and was a slender gold neck chain and
pendant, representing a four-leafed clover in green enamel on gold, on
one petal of which were the figures thirteen in tiny diamonds.

"Oh, ho! Diamonds!" cried King. "You're altogether too young to wear
diamonds, Mops. Better give it to me for a watch fob."

"I'm not, am I, Father?" said Marjorie, turning troubled eyes to her
father.

"No, Midget. Not those little chips of stones. A baby could wear those.
And by the way, where is Baby's gift?"

"My p'esent!" cried Rosy Posy, who had sat until now silent, in
admiration of the unfolding wonders. "My p'esent, Middy! It's a
palumasol!"

"Then it's this long bundle," said Marjorie, and she unwrapped a
beautiful little parasol of embroidered white linen.

"Oh, Rosy Posyeums!" she cried. "This is _too booful_! I never saw such
a pretty one!"

"Me buyed it! Me and Muvver! Oh, it's _too_ booful!" and the baby kicked
her fat, bare legs in glee at her own gift.

Grandma and Grandpa Maynard sent a silver frame, containing their
photographs, and Grandma sent also a piece of fine lace, which was to
be laid away until Marjorie was old enough to put it to use. It was her
custom to send such a piece each year, and Marjorie's collection was
already a valuable one.

There were many small gifts and cards from friends in Rockwell, and from
some of the Seacote children, and when all were opened, Midget begged
King to help her take them to the living-room, where they might be
displayed on a table.

And then t