what are you going to give me for a present, to-morrow, pa-sy?"

"To-morrow will tell, little Netty."

"Good! And what are you going to give me, so that I can make _my_
presents, Beary?"

"Ugh!" But he growled it in fun, and had a pocket-book out from his
breast-pocket directly after. Fives--tens--twenties--fifties--all
crisp, and nice, and new bank-notes.

"Will that be enough, Netty?" He held up a twenty. The smiling face
nodded assent, and the bright eyes twinkled.

"No, it won't. But _that_ will," he continued, giving her a fifty.

"Fifty dollars, Globe Bank, Boston!" exclaimed Netty, making great
eyes at him. "But we must take all we can get, pa-sy; mustn't we? It's
too much, though. Thank you all the same, pa-sy, nevertheless." And
she kissed him, and put the bill in a little bit of a portemonnaie with
a gay laugh.

"Well done, I declare!" he said, smilingly. "But you're going to the
party?"

"Pretty soon, pa."

He made no answer; but sat smiling at her. The phantom watched them,
silently.