So Marjorie opened the package, and discovered a little clock, on
the top of which was perched a brilliant red bird.

Rosamond clapped her hands in glee. "I knew you'd love it," she
cried, "'cause it's a birdie, a yed birdie. And I finded it all
mysef in the man's shop. Do you yike it, Mopsy?"

"Indeed I do," cried Marjorie; "it's just what I wanted. I shall
keep it on my dressing-table at Grandma's, and then I'll know just
when to get up every morning."

"Open mine next," said Kitty; "it's the square flat one, with the
blue ribbon."

So Marjorie opened Kitty's present and it was a picture,
beautifully framed to hang on the wall at Grandma's. The picture
was of birds, two beautiful orioles on a branch. The colors were
so bright, and so true to nature, that Marjorie exclaimed in
delight:

"Now I shall have orioles there, anyway, whether there are real
ones in the trees or not. It is lovely, Kitsie, and I don't see
how you ever found such a beautiful bird picture."

Marjorie had always been fond of birds, and lately had begun
studying them in earnest. Orioles were among her favorites, and so
Kitty's picture was a truly welcome gift. King's present came
next, and was a beautiful gold pen with a pearl holder.