"Fortunatus, you mean." Mary Lee gave the information.
"Yes, he is the person. Who is left on the list, Mary Lee?"
"Let me see. Mrs. Boggs, the boys, Mitty and Unc' Landy, ourselves, Aunt Helen and grandmother, if you say so."
Nan swept something from the trunk and hid it behind her. "I've something for you," she sang out.
"That's not fair," said Mary Lee, in an aggrieved tone. "You are right there and can pick out anything."
"Well," spoke up Jack, "grandmother sent it all to her."
"That's so, I forgot that," said Mary Lee, abashed.
"You know perfectly well that I wouldn't take anything unless the rest of you had share and share alike," said Nan, "and I'll tell you what we'll do; each one shall have a pick in turn: three grabs apiece and if we can't find anything we like we shall have to make something. How will that do?"
All agreed that this was not only fair but generous and one after another was sent out of the room while the choice for her was being made, and at last Nan shut the trunk and shoved it under the bed. "Hasn't it been fun?" she said. "I do feel so grateful to grandmother for sending over that trunk. Think what has come out of it. We never in the world could have given half the Christmas gifts nor nearly such nice ones. What shall we give the boys, Mary Lee?"
"I suppose they'd as soon have panuchee as anything."
"We can't all give them panuchee; they'll be ill if we do."
"Then we'll have to think up something; we've done enough planning for one day."
"I'm more bothered about Aunt Helen and grandmother than any one just now, to tell you the truth."
"Oh, Mary Lee, we aren't going to set up a candy factory."
"I know, but two or three goes of it will make enough to give a lot of people and everybody likes it."
"Well, as you say, we have done enough planning for one day. I am going over to see Aunt Helen now. I want to tell her what fun we had over the trunk and besides I know she will have some ideas for Christmas."
Each girl carried off her treasures and Nan set out for Uplands, but, before she had gone far, she came rushing back, rummaged for paper and pencil and started forth again wearing what was called the family cloak. This was a dark red golf cape which was worn indiscriminately by all the members of the family from Aunt Sarah down. The pointed hood upon it could be taken off, by unbuttoning it, and made a convenient pouch for the wearer who wished to bring home any chance spoils gathered by the way, so the cloak was always in demand.