These other things are our Christmas gifts to Elnora.

She'll no doubt need them more now than she will then, and we can give them just as well.
That's yours, and this is mine, or whichever way you choose." Wesley untied a good brown umbrella and shook out the folds of a long, brown raincoat.

Margaret dropped the hat, arose and took the coat.

She tried it on, felt it, cooed over it and matched it with the umbrella.
"Did it look anything like rain to-night ?" she inquired so anxiously that Wesley laughed.
"And this last bundle ?" she said, dropping back in her chair, the coat still over her shoulders.
"I couldn't buy this much stuff for any other woman and nothing for my own," said Wesley.

"It's Christmas for you, too, Margaret!" He shook out fold after fold of soft gray satiny goods that would look lovely against Margaret's pink cheeks and whitening hair.
"Oh, you old darling!" she exclaimed, and fled sobbing into his arms.
But she soon dried her eyes, raked together the coals in the cooking stove and boiled one of the dress patterns in salt water for half an hour.