Violet, as she handed a glittering fairy to Harold who was mounted upon
a step-ladder alongside of the tree. "There, I think that will look well
perched on that topmost bough."

"Our tastes agree," he said, fastening the fairy in the designated spot.

"Yes, I think Herbie and I are entitled to any amount of gratitude on
your part, for the great self-denial we are practicing, and the
wonderful exertions we shall put forth in carrying out your wishes and
directions in regard to this difficult and irksome business."

"And the fine phrases and well turned periods contained in the remarks
bestowed upon your unsophisticated country sister," laughed Violet.

"Of course they must not be forgotten in the reckoning up of your causes
for gratitude. Ah, Vi, how my heart goes out in pity and sympathy for
you when I reflect that you not only never have shared in the
inestimable privileges and delights of college boy life, but are, in the
very nature of things, forever debarred from participation in them!"

"I entirely appreciate your feelings on the subject," she said, with
mock gravity, "but would advise that for the present you forget them,
and give your undivided attention to the business in hand. That second
fairy does not maintain a very graceful attitude."

"True enough," he said, promptly altering its position. "There, how's
that for high?"

"Is it possible I hear such slang from the educated tongue of a college
boy?" she exclaimed with a gesture of astonishment and dismay.