As he was only a dinner guest, of course Kenneth had no such array of gifts, though the Farringtons had given him some pretty trifles, and Patty gave him a charming little Tanagra statuette she had brought from Florence. "See what Elise gave me," he remarked, as he showed the bronze paper-knife. "Jolly, isn't it?" "Yes, indeed," returned Patty, relieved to see that Elise had not given him the ring after all. "It'll be fine to cut your briefs when you're a real out-and-out lawyer. What are briefs, anyway?" "Little girls shouldn't use words of which they don't know the meaning," said Kenneth, reprovingly. "Well, anyway, if they're brief enough, they won't need cutting," returned Patty, saucily, and then returned to the opening of her own presents. She had pretty little gifts from Hilda Henderson, Lorraine Hamilton, Clementine Morse, and many of the other girls, some of whom she had not seen since her return to New York. "Isn't it lovely to have so many friends?" said she, looking over her pile of gifts at Kenneth. "Do you love them all?" he asked, smiling back at her happy face. "Oh, indeed I do. Not exactly because they've given me all these pretty things, for I love the girls just as much in the summer time as at Christmas. But because they're my friends, and so,--I love them." "Boys are your friends, too," suggested Kenneth. "Of course they are!" Patty agreed; "and I love them, too. I guess I love everybody." "Rather a big order," said Roger, coming up just then. "Loving everybody, you can't give a very large portion to each one." "No," said Patty, pretending to look downcast. "Now, isn't that _too_ bad! Well, never mind, I've plenty of gratitude to go round, anyway. And I offer you a big share of that, Roger, for this silver box." "Do you like it? Oh, please like it, Patty." "Of course I do; it's exquisite workmanship, and I shall use it for,--well, it seems most too prosaic,--but it's exactly the right shape and size for hairpins!" "Then use it for 'em! Why not?" cried Roger, evidently pleased that Patty could find a use for his gift. "And see what Ken gave me," went on Patty, as she held up a small crystal ball. "I've long wanted a crystal, and this is a beauty." "What's it for?" asked Roger, curiously; "it looks like a marble." "Marble, indeed! Why, Roger, it's a crystal, a Japanese rock crystal." "Isn't it glass?" "No, ignorant one! 'Tis not glass, but a curio of rare and occult value. In it I read the future, the past, and the present." "Yes, it is a present, I know," said Roger, and in the laugh at this sally the subject was dropped, but Roger secretly vowed to look up the subject of crystals and find out why Patty was so pleased with a marble. "Elise is simply snowed under," said Kenneth, as they heard rapturous exclamations from the other side of the room, where Elise was examining her gifts.