of appreciation.

"But you're forgetting the package in the parlor," persisted Mrs.
Prescott presently.

Dick nodded, and hurried in, thinking to himself:

"The worsted slippers from the girls, I suppose."

To his surprise the boy found Dave Darrin sitting in the room,
while, on a chair near by rested a rather bulky package.

After exchanging "Merry Christmas" greetings with Darrin, Dick
turned to look at the package. To it was tied a card, which read:

"From Laura Bentley and Isabelle Meade, with kindest Christmas
greetings."

"That doesn't look like slippers, Dave," murmured Dick, as he
pulled away the cord that bound the package.

"I'll bet you're getting a duplicate of what came to me," Darrin
answered.

"What was that?"

"I'm not going to tell you until I see yours."

Dick quickly had the wrapper off, unfolding something woolleny.