"Well, yes, I believe I have heard something of the kind," said Mr. Legrange, gravely considering; "but, dear me! did you expect me to make you a present?" 'Toinette's face grew rather blank; and a sudden impulse turned down the corners of her mouth with a little tremble across the lips. But the instinct of native refinement and delicacy overcame the disappointment; and, coming to her father's side, the child put her hand in his with a brave little smile, saying,-- "It's no matter, papa dear. I've got ever so many pretty things up in the nursery; and Susan gave me the candy." Mr. Legrange looked at his wife. "Your own child, Fanny. O Sunshine, Sunshine! what are you coming to by and by? But bless me! what is this in the pocket of my dressing-gown? Let me take it out, lest it should hurt you when I set you in my lap again. Funny-looking little box, isn't it?" As he spoke, Mr. Legrange laid upon the table a long, flat box of red morocco, with some gilt letters upon the top. "Yes, papa. What's in the box?" asked 'Toinette, still with a little effort. "What do you think, Sunshine?" "I guess it's some cigars, papa." "It would make a good cigar-case, to be sure; but you know I have one already, and mamma says I ought not to have any. Let us peep in, and see what else the box would be good for besides cigars." He unfastened the little hooks holding down the cover as he spoke, and placed the casket in 'Toinette's hands. She raised the lid, and uttered a low cry; while her face flushed scarlet with surprise and pleasure. Upon the white satin lining, lay two bracelets of coral cameos, linked with gold, and fastened by a broad golden clasp. "Are they pretty?" asked Mr. Legrange, smiling at the eager little face upraised to his. "Oh! they are lovely pretty. O papa! oh! is they?"-- "Yes they are yours, Sunshine. Mamma said you had been begging for some bracelets like Minnie Wall's; and so, as I had heard that people sometimes liked presents on their birthdays, and as I had not forgotten when Sunshine's came, I thought I would bring her a pair." The excess of 'Toinette's rapture would not allow of speech; but Mrs. Legrange, peeping over her shoulder, exclaimed,-- "Why, Paul! those are not what I asked you to get. I told you common coral beads, strung on elastic, and fastened with a little snap." "But these were so much prettier, my dear, and will be of some value when she grows up, as the others would not. At any rate, they are marked: so we must keep them now. See!" Mr. Legrange touched a tiny spring; and the upper part of the clasp, opening upon a hinge, showed a plate beneath, engraved with the name, "Antoinette Legrange." "Yes: they are certainly very handsome; and 'Toinette must be as careful of them as possible. They will be just right to loop up her sleeves while she is so little, and, when she is older, to wear as bracelets," said Mrs. Legrange admiringly.