"I do, too," said Nan. "We've none too much time to get our luncheon and go to the train. Oh! what a comfort it will be to go to the train in our own motor-car." "Yes," said Patty, "and then Miller can come back and take me over to Elise's." So home they went, and had their own little Christmas celebration, before they went their separate ways. "This is a make-believe Christmas feast," said Patty, as they sat at their own luncheon table. She had placed a sprig of holly at each plate, and a vase of poinsettia blossoms graced the centre of the table. "This ox-tail soup is in place of the boar's head," she went on, gaily; "and I know we are going to have chicken croquettes, which we will pretend are the roast turkey. And then we'll have our presents, as I know you two will fly for your train as soon as you leave the table." So Patty gave Nan her present, which was a lovely white couch pillow of lace and embroidery. And Nan gave Patty a picture to hang in her own room. It was a beautiful water-colour, a Venetian scene, and Patty was delighted with it. Then Patty gave her father a gold penholder, which she had had made expressly for him, and engraved with his name. "Why, that's fine, Pattykins!" he exclaimed. "I can only write poems with a pen like that. It's not made for business letters, I'm sure." "Of course it isn't," said Patty, gaily; "it's to keep on your desk in the library here at home. And you must use it just for social correspondence or----" "Or to sign checks for us," suggested Nan, smiling. "That's just what I'll do with it," declared Mr. Fairfield. "It's a gem of a pen; Patty, you know my weakness for fine desk appointments, don't you?" Nan gave her husband a watch fob, on which hung a locket containing a miniature of her own sweet face. Neither Patty nor her father had seen this before, as Nan had been careful to keep the matter secret in order to surprise them. It was a real work of art, and so winsome was the pictured face that Patty cried out in admiration: "What a stunner you are, Nan! I didn't realise you were so good-looking,--but it's exactly like you." "That's a mixed-up compliment, Patty," laughed Nan, "but I'll surmise that you mean well." "I do so! I think it's a lovely picture of a lovely lady! There, how's that?" "Much better," said Nan, as Patty caught her round the shoulders and kissed her affectionately. "Give me the lady," said Mr. Fairfield, taking Nan into his own arms. "As the portrait is a gift to me, I will kiss her for it, myself." "Do," said Patty, "but if you give her more than three kisses, you'll lose your train; it's getting pretty late." "Is it?" cried Mr. Fairfield. "Then, Jane, bring in those two boxes I left in your charge, will you?" "Yes, sir," cried the waitress, and, leaving the room, she returned in a moment with two large white boxes. "These are Christmas gifts to the two loveliest ladies I know," said Mr. Fairfield, gallantly tendering a box to each.