of all!"

Marjorie cut open the fourth envelope, and read:

"Dear Mopsy Midget, this isn't a letter; It's only a promise of
something much better!"

"Why, it doesn't say what!" exclaimed Midge, but even as she
spoke, Jane came into the room bringing a tray.

She set it on the table at Marjorie's bedside, and Marjorie gave a
scream of delight when she saw a cut-glass bowl heaped high with
pink ice cream.

"Oh, Uncle Steve!" she cried, "the ice cream is the 'something
better,' I know it is, and those other parcels are the other three
promises! Can I open them now?"

Almost without waiting for her question to be answered, Marjorie
tore off papers and strings, and found, as she fully expected, a
box of chocolate creams, a box of peppermint drops, and a lovely
new story book.

Then Grandma came in to their tea party and they all ate the ice
cream, and Marjorie declared it was the loveliest afternoon tea
she had ever attended.

Even Puff was allowed to have a small saucer of the ice cream, for
she was a very dainty kitten, and her table manners were quite
those of polite society.