The strings were cut, the wrappers torn away, and two big rolls of shiny silk loosened their coils on the table. Hope uttered a cry of delight. A murmur of surprise and admiration passed from one to another. Elizabeth lifted a rustling fold and held it to the lamplight We passed our hands over the smooth sheen of the silk. 'Wall, I swan!' said Uncle Eb. 'Jes' like a kitten's ear!' 'Eggzac'ly!' said David Brower. Elizabeth lifted the silk and let it flow to her feet Then for a little she looked down, draping it to her skirt and moving her foot to make the silk rustle. For the moment she was young again. 'David,' she said, still looking at the glory of glossy black that covered her plain dress. 'Well, mother,' he answered. 'Was you fool enough t' go'n buy this stuff fer me?' 'No, mother--it come from New York City,' he said. 'From New York City?' was the exclamation of all. Elizabeth Brower looked thoughtfully at her husband. 'Clear from New York City?' she repeated. 'From New York City,' said he. 'Wall, of all things!' said Uncle Eb, looking over his spectacles from one to another. 'It's from the Livingstone boy,' said Mrs Brower. 'I've heard he's the son of a rich man.' ''Fraid he took a great fancy t' Hope,' said David. 'Father,' said the girl, you've no right to say that. I'm sure he never cared a straw for me.' 'I don't think we ought to keep it,' said Mrs Brower, looking up thoughtfully. 'Shucks and shavin's!' said Uncle Eb. 'Ye don't know but what I had it sent myself.' Hope went over and put her arms around his neck. 'Did you, Uncle Eb?' she asked. 'Now you tell me the truth, Uncle Eb.' 'Wouldn't say 't I did,' he answered, 'but I don' want 'a see ye go sendin' uv it back. Ye dunno who sent it.' 'What'll I do with it?' Mrs Brower asked, laughing in a way that showed a sense of absurdity. 'I'd a been tickled with it thirty years ago, but now-folks 'ud think I was crazy.' 'Never heard such fol de rol,' said Uncle Eb. 'If ye move t' the village it'll come handy t' go t' meetin' in.' That seemed to be unanswerable and conclusive, at least for the time being, and the silk was laid away. We sat talking until late bedtime, Hope and I, telling of our studies and of the many people we had met in Hillsborough. We hung up our stockings just as we had always done Christmas Eve, and were up betimes in the morning to find them filled with many simple but delightful things, and one which I treasure to this day--the locket and its picture of which I had been surreptitiously informed. At two o'clock we had a fine dinner of roast turkey and chicken pie, with plenty of good cider, and the mince pie, of blessed memory, such as only a daughter of New England may dare try to make.