Most of the Christmas shopping had been done days before, but some orders were left with grocers and confectioners, and Grandma Elsie treated generously to bonbons.

She allowed her children much greater latitude in such matters than her father had permitted her in her early years.

The Ion carriage had scarcely turned out of the avenue, on its way to the city, when one of the parlors became the scene of great activity and mirth.  A large Christmas tree was brought in and set up by the men servants; then Lester and his Elsie, Violet, Edward and Zoe proceeded to trim it.

That done they gave their attention to the adorning with evergreens the walls of that and several other rooms, completing their labors and closing the doors upon the tree some time before the return of the children.

“We shall have scarcely more than time to dress for tea,” Grandma Elsie said, as the carriage drew up at the door; “so go directly to your rooms, my dears.  Are you very tired, little Gracie?”

“No, ma’am, just a wee bit,” said the child.  “I’m getting so much stronger, and we’ve had such a nice time, Grandma Elsie.”

“I’ll carry you up-stairs, little missy,” said Tom, the servant man, who opened the door for them, picking her up as he spoke.

“Bring her in here, Tom,” Violet said, speaking from the door of her dressing-room.  “And will you come in too, Lulu dear?”

Violet was very careful never to give Lulu an order; her wishes when addressing her were always expressed in the form of a request.

Lulu complied at once, Tom stepping back for her to enter first.

She was in high good-humor, having enjoyed her drive extremely.

“Mamma Vi,” she exclaimed, “we’ve had a splendid time!  It’s just delightful to be taken out by Grandma Elsie.”

“Yes; I have always found it so,” said Violet.  “And how has your papa’s baby girl enjoyed herself?” drawing Gracie toward her, as Tom set her down, and taking off her hat.

“Oh, ever so much!  Mamma how beautiful you look!  I wish papa was here to see you.”

“That’s just what I was thinking,” said Lulu.  “You are beautiful, Mamma Vi, and then you always wear such very pretty and becoming things.”

“I am glad you approve my taste in dress,” Violet said, laughing.  “And what do you think of those?” with a slight motion of her hand in the direction of the bed.

Both little girls turned to look, then with a little cry of surprise and delight hastened to give a closer inspection to what they saw there—­two pretty dresses of soft, fine white cashmere, evidently intended for them, each with sash and ribbons lying on it, Lulu’s of rose pink, Gracie’s a delicate shade of blue.

“O Mamma Vi! are they for us?” exclaimed Lulu.

“They were bought and made expressly for my two dear little girls; for them to wear to-night,” said Violet.  “Do they suit your taste, dears?”