a new rifle for Dunston Porter, a set of cyclopedias for Mr. Wadsworth, a cane for Dave's father, and a beautiful chocolate urn for the lady of the house.
"Merry Christmas!" was the cry that went the rounds the next morning, and then such a handshaking and such a gift-giving and receiving! Dave had a new pocketbook for Laura, with her monogram in silver, and a cardcase for Mrs. Wadsworth. For Jessie he had a string of pearls, and numerous gifts for the others in the mansion. From Laura he received a fine book on hunting and camping out, something he had long desired, while Mrs. Wadsworth gave him some silk handkerchiefs. From his father came a new suit-case, one with a traveler's outfit included, and from his uncle he received some pictures, to hang in his den. Mr. Wadsworth gave him a beautiful stickpin, one he said had been made at his own works.
But the gift Dave prized most of all was a little locket that Jessie gave him for his watchchain. It was of gold, set with tiny diamonds, and his monogram was on the back. The locket opened and had a place in it for two pictures.
"You must put Laura's picture in there," said Jessie, "Laura's and your father's."
"No, I have them already—in my watch case," he answered, and then, as nobody was near, he
