“No, I don’t know what Ralph plans to give you,” admitted Grandmother.  “Don’t try to find out, dearie.  It is much nicer to be surprised.  Why, you know you wouldn’t have a bit of fun next Wednesday if you knew what your presents were to be.”

Brother was willing to be surprised, because Wednesday wasn’t so long to wait.  Still he thought he would like to know what Ralph’s present was.  Ralph was his dearest brother, and he had a happy knack of always giving Brother and Sister exactly what they wanted.  Louise and Grace were apt to make them presents which were useful, like pretty socks and hair-ribbons for Sister, and gloves and handkerchiefs for Brother, but Ralph never did anything like that.

“I’ve dropped a stitch in my knitting,” said Grandmother suddenly.  “Brother, I wonder if you could run upstairs and bring me my glasses?  I think they are on the bureau in my room.”

Brother ran upstairs and went into Grandmother’s pretty bedroom.  There were white and silver things on her bureau and a little gold jewel box and several bottles of different colors.  But, though Brother looked carefully, he could not find the glasses.

He went out into the hall.

“Oh, Grandma!” he called.  “Your glasses aren’t on the bureau.”

“Dear, dear,” sighed Grandmother. “’Let me see, where can they be?  Do you know, Brother, I’m afraid I have left them in my black silk bag on the closet shelf.  Can you get it, or shall I come up?”

“I can get it,” answered Brother confidently.  “You wait, Grandma.”

The closet shelf was pretty high, but Brother carried a chair to the closet door and by standing on it he was able to reach the shelf.  Goodness, what was more, he could see the things on the shelf.

And they were bundles!

One—­two—­three—­Brother counted three mysterious paper bundles, tied with brown string.

Now you know if you had a birthday due most any minute and your head was full of the presents you hoped to receive, and you saw three bundles on the shelf in your grandma’s closet, you know you would probably do just what Brother did; poke your finger into the top bundle.  Brother poked.  Then he prodded.  The top bundle slipped and carried the other two with it.  Brother was brushed off the chair and three bundles and one boy landed in a heap on the floor.

“Brother!” cried Grandma, who had come up to see what kept him so long.  “Are you hurt?”

“No’m,” answered Brother, rather foolishly.  “I was just feeling these bundles, Grandma, to see—­to—­see——­”

“Whether they were birthday presents?” smiled Grandma.  “Well, dearie, they are nothing but blankets tied up to send to the cleaners.  I’m glad, for your sake, they were, for you might have hurt yourself, otherwise, as it is, they were soft and thick for you to fall on.”

“I’ll get the glasses now,” murmured Brother hastily.

He climbed up on the chair again and this time found without any trouble the black bag which held Grandma’s glasses.