Uncle Steve's, Marjorie cut the envelopes open.

The first contained, instead of a sheet of paper, a small slip, on
which was written:

"If you think this a letter, you're much mistook; It's only a
promise of a New Book!"

"Well," said Marjorie, "that's just as good as a letter, for if
you promise me a book, I know I'll get it. Oh, Uncle, you are such
a duck! Now I'll read the next one."

The next one was a similar slip, and said:

"This isn't a letter, though like one it seems; It's only a
promise of Chocolate Creams!"

"Oh!" cried Marjorie, ecstatically, "this is just too much fun for
anything! Do you mean real chocolate creams, Uncle?"

"Oh, these are only promises. Very likely they don't mean
anything."

"YOUR promises do; you've never broken one yet. Now I'll read
another:

"This isn't a letter, dear Marjorie Mops, It's only a promise of
Peppermint Drops!"

"Every one is nicer than the last! And now for the very last one