for him!'

Which cheers having been perpetrated with due vociferation, the cry
began, 'O Felix, what will you do with it?'

'Buy a pony!' cried Fulbert.

'A rocking-horse,' chirped Robina.

'Punch every week,' shouted Lance.

'A knife apiece,' said Fulbert.

'How can you all be so selfish?' pronounced Clement. 'Now a harmonium
would be good to us all.'

'Then get some cotton, for our ears into the bargain, if Tina is to
play on it,' said Edgar.

'I shall take the note to mother,' said the owner.

'Oh!' screamed all but Wilmet and Cherry, 'that's as bad as not
having it at all!'

Maybe Felix thought so, for it was with a certain gravity and
solemnity of demeanour that he entered the drawing-room, causing his
father to exclaim, 'How now? No slip between cup and lip? Not
infelix, Felix?'

'No, papa, but it's this and I thought I ought to bring it.'