"We bought bushels and bushels," Brother informed Sister as she
bounded through the hedge and up to the front porch. "Little
colored pencils, and crayons, and games, and dolls, and oh!--
everything!"

Louise, whose shopping bag was certainly bulging with parcels,
laughed merrily.

"We bought all the little gifts for the fish-pond and for the
--there! I almost told you." She clapped her hand over her mouth and
laughed again.

"For the what?" teased Sister. "Tell me, Louise--I won't tell."

"No, Mother said no one was to know," declared Louise firmly. "Now
all these packages you may open, and after lunch I'll help you tie
them up again and fix the pond. But these other parcels go
upstairs to Mother's room and no one is to touch them."

She tumbled half the contents of her bag on the porch floor and
then ran upstairs with the rest.

"Let's look at them," said Sister eagerly. "What's the matter,
Roddy?"

"I was thinking," explained Brother, making no move to open the
packages. "We saw a little boy down town and his foot was all tied
up in a rag, and I know it hurt him 'cause he limped."

"Maybe he sprained his ankle," said Sister. "Like Dr. Yarrow's