"But I've had my Christmas gift from you!" exclaimed Patty, and "So have I!" cried Nan. "Nevertheless these are laid at your feet," said Mr. Fairfield, calmly depositing the boxes on the floor in front of them. "Oh, well, we may as well see what they are," said Patty, untying the white ribbons that fastened her box. Nan did likewise, and in a moment they were both rapturously exclaiming over two sets of white furs that nestled in billows of white tissue paper. Nan's furs were ermine, and Patty's were soft, fluffy, white fox, and so beautiful were they that the two recipients donned them at once, and posed side by side before the mirror, admiring themselves and each other. Then, with a simultaneous impulse they turned to thank the donor, and Mr. Fairfield found himself suddenly entangled in four arms and two boas, while two immense muffs met at the back of his neck and enveloped his head and ears. "Have mercy!" he cried; "come one at a time, can't you? Yes, yes, I'm glad you're pleased, but do get this fur out of my mouth! I feel as if I were attacked by polar bears!" "Oh, Fathery Fairfield," Patty cried, "you are the dearest thing in the world! How _did_ you know I wanted furs? And white fox, of all things! And ermine for Nan! Oh, but you _are_ a good gentleman! Isn't he, stepmother?" "He'll do," said Nan, smiling roguishly at her husband, who, somehow, seemed satisfied with this faint praise. "Now, scamper, Nan-girl," he cried, "if you would see your mother to-day, you must leave here in less than an hour. Can you be ready?" "I can't, but I will," replied Nan, gaily, as she ran away to prepare for her journey. Patty, too, went to her room to get ready for her visit at the Farringtons'. She was to stay three days, and as there were several parties planned for her entertainment, she packed a small trunk with several of her prettiest gowns. Also, she had a suitcase full of gifts for the Christmas tree, which was to be part of the festivities. She bade her parents good-by when they started, and watched the new motor-car disappear round the corner, then returned to her own preparations. "I do have lovely things," she thought to herself, as she folded her dainty garments and laid them in their places. Then she glanced again at her new furs. "I have too much," she thought; "it isn't fair for one girl to have so much, when so many poor people have nothing. I wonder what I ought to do about it." Poor Patty was confronting the problem that has troubled and baffled so many honest hearts, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed insoluble. "At any rate, it would be absurd to give my white furs, or my chiffon frocks to poor people," she concluded, "for they couldn't use them. Well, after the holidays, I'm going to see what I can do. But now, I must hurry, or I'll be late." An hour or two later, she found herself in the Farringtons' home. "What lovely furs, Patty," exclaimed Mrs. Farrington, "and how well they suit you!"