homes that had never known even a night school alumnus.

There ensued a sober period of burnt wood and a period of burnt
leather, during which excited neighbors with a keen sense of smell
called the fire department three times and the board of health once.
And now Indian heads broke out all over town and the walls looked as
if a shoemaker's apron had been chosen for the national pennant.

There were various other spasms of manufacture, each of them
fashionable at its time and foolish at anytime. As Mr. Detwiller
said:

"Somebody ought to write a history of Mrs. Budlong's Christmas
presents. It would tell the complete story of all the darned fool
fads that American women have been up to for twenty years."

But foolish soever, Mrs. Budlong was fair. A keen sense of
sportsmanship led her to give full notice to such people as she
planned to honor with her gifts. She knew how embarrassing it is to
receive presents from one to whom no present has been sent, and she
made it a point of honor somehow to forewarn her prospective
beneficiaries betimes. Her favorite method was the classic device of
pretending to let slip a secret. For instance:

"Yesterday morning, my dear, I had the Strangest exPerience. It was
just ten o'clock. I remember the hour so exactly because for the
last few days I have made it a rule to begin work on your Christmas
present just at ten--Oh, but I didn't mean to tell you. It was to be
a surprise. No, don't ask me, I won't give you an inkling, but I
really think it will please you. It's something you've been needing