So early was she that the others had not yet come down, and she
went out into the kitchen to talk to Eliza.

"Oh, me!" she sighed. "I wish Uncle Steve would hurry. It just
seems as if I couldn't wait any longer to know what my birthday
surprise is going to be. Do you know, Eliza?"

"Faix, an' I do, Miss Midge, an' it's a foine gift yer uncle has
for ye!"

"Don't tell me, Eliza, because Uncle Steve said I mustn't ask
questions about it; but do you think I'll like it?"

"'Like it,' is it? 'Deed an' you will thin! Ye'll go crazy as a
loonytic wid joy and delight! An' I'm thinkin' you and Miss Molly
will be after breaking your necks in it, but the little lady
Stella,--I'm feared she won't get in it at all, at all; she'll be
too sheared."

"Then it IS a swing," exclaimed Midget, and she felt a little
disappointment, for though a swing was lovely to have, yet she had
one at home, so it was no especial novelty; and, too, she hadn't
thought Uncle Steve would make such a fuss about having a swing
built.

"I'm not sayin' it isn't a swing," said Eliza, "and I'm not sayin'
it is. And I'm not sayin' it isn't a merry-go-around-about, or
whativer ye call thim noisy things that they do be havin' down by
the circus tent, and I'm not sayin' it is."