"No--at any rate one's for me, and t'other's for you. Stop! here are pieces of paper, with our names on, I guess--let's turn the chair a little bit to the light--there--yes!--Ellen--M-o-n--there, that's yours; my name doesn't begin with an M; and this is mine!" Another caper round the room, and then she brought up in front of the chair where Ellen was still standing. "I wonder what's in 'em," she said; "I want to look, and I _don't_ want to. Come, you begin." "But that's no stocking of mine," said Ellen, a smile gradually breaking upon her sober little face; "my leg never was as big as that." "Stuffed, isn't it?" said Ellen Chauncey. "Oh, do make haste, and see what is in yours. I want to know, so I don't know what to do." "Well, will you take out of yours as fast as I take out of mine?" "Well!" Oh, mysterious delight, and delightful mystery, of the stuffed stocking! Ellen's trembling fingers sought the top, and then very suddenly left it. "I can't think what it is," said she, laughing; "it feels so funny." "Oh, never mind! make haste," said Ellen Chauncey; "it won't hurt you, I guess." "No, it won't hurt me," said Ellen; "but----" She drew forth a great bunch of white grapes. "Splendid! isn't it?" said Ellen Chauncey. "Now for mine." It was the counterpart of Ellen's bunch. "So far, so good," said she. "Now for the next." The next thing in each stocking was a large horn of sugar-plums. "Well, that's fine, isn't it?" said Ellen Chauncey; "yours is tied with white ribbon and mine with blue; that's all the difference. Oh, and your paper's red and mine is purple." "Yes, and the pictures are different," said Ellen. "Well, I had rather they would be different, wouldn't you? I think it's just as pleasant. One's as big as the other, at any rate. Come--what's next!" Ellen drew out a little bundle, which being opened proved to be a nice little pair of dark kid gloves. "Oh, I wonder who gave me this," she said; "it's just what I wanted. How pretty! Oh, I am so glad. I guess who it was." "Oh, look here," said the other Ellen, who had been diving into _her_ stocking, "I've got a ball--this is just what I wanted too; George told me if I'd get one he'd show me how to play. Isn't it pretty? Isn't it funny we should each get just what we wanted? Oh, this is a very nice ball. I'm glad I have got it. Why, here is another great round thing in my stocking! what can it be? they wouldn't give me _two_ balls," said she, chuckling. "So there is in mine!" said Ellen. "Maybe they're apples." "They aren't! they wouldn't give us apples; besides, it is soft. Pull it out and see." "Then they are oranges," said Ellen, laughing. "_I_ never felt such a soft orange," said little Ellen Chauncey. "Come, Ellen! stop laughing, and let's see." They were two great scarlet satin pincushions, with E. C. and E. M. very neatly stuck in pins. "Well, we shan't want pins for a good while, shall we?" said Ellen. "Who gave us these?"