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So Marjorie opened the package, and discovered a little clock, on
the top of which was perched a brilliant red bird.
Rosamond clapped her hands in glee. "I knew you'd love it," she
cried, "'cause it's a birdie, a yed birdie. And I finded it all
mysef in the man's shop. Do you yike it, Mopsy?"
"Indeed I do," cried Marjorie; "it's just what I wanted. I shall
keep it on my dressing-table at Grandma's, and then I'll know just
when to get up every morning."
"Open mine next," said Kitty; "it's the square flat one, with the
blue ribbon."
So Marjorie opened Kitty's present and it was a picture,
beautifully framed to hang on the wall at Grandma's. The picture
was of birds, two beautiful orioles on a branch. The colors were
so bright, and so true to nature, that Marjorie exclaimed in
delight:
"Now I shall have orioles there, anyway, whether there are real
ones in the trees or not. It is lovely, Kitsie, and I don't see
how you ever found such a beautiful bird picture."
Marjorie had always been fond of birds, and lately had begun
studying them in earnest. Orioles were among her favorites, and so
Kitty's picture was a truly welcome gift. King's present came
next, and was a beautiful gold pen with a pearl holder.
"That," he explained, "is so you'll write to us often. For I know,
Mops, your old penholder is broken, and it's silver, anyway. This
is nicer, because it's no trouble to keep it clean and bright."
"That's so, King, and I'm delighted with this one. I shall write
you a letter with it, first of all, and I'll tell you all about
the farm."
Mrs. Maynard's gift was in a very small parcel, and when Marjorie
opened it she found a dear little pearl ring.
"Oh, goody!" she cried. "I do love rings, and I never had one
before! May I wear it always, Mother?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Maynard, smiling. "I don't approve of much
jewelry for a little girl not yet twelve years old, but you may
wear that."
Marjorie put it on her finger with great satisfaction, and Kitty
looked at it lovingly.
"May I have one when I am twelve, Mother?" she asked.
"May I, may I?" chimed in Rosy Posy.
"Yes," said Mr. Maynard; "you girls may each have one just like
Marjorie's when you are as old as she is now. That last parcel,
Mops, is my present for you. I'm not sure that you can learn to
use it, but perhaps you can, and if not I'll take it back and
exchange it for something else."
Marjorie eagerly untied the wrappings of her father's gift, and
found a little snapshot camera.
"Indeed I can learn to use it," she cried; "I took some pictures
once with a camera that belonged to one of the girls at school,
and they were all right. Thank you heaps and heaps, father dear;
I'll send you pictures of everything on the place; from Grandma
herself down to the littlest, weeniest, yellow chicken."
"Next year it will be my turn to go," said Kitty; "I hope I'll get
as lovely presents as Mopsy has."
"You will," said Kingdon; "because last year mine were just as
good, and so, of course, yours will be."
"I'm sure they will," said Kitty.
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