To-day there was no more room for them in my overcoat.

But now comes the most important thing of all!" and with these words the uncle pulled a large box out of each pocket.
"These are for the small people," he said, "but do not mix them up.

In one are stamping little horses, and in the other little steaming pots.
Which is for Maezli ?" "The stamping horses," she said quickly.
"I don't think so.

Take it now and look," said the uncle.

When Lippo had received his box also, the two ran over to their table, but Maezli suddenly paused half-way.
"Uncle Philip," she asked eagerly, "has mother gotten something, too, something nice?
Can I see it ?" "Yes, something very nice," the uncle answered, "but she has not gotten it yet; one can't see it, but one can hear it." "Oh, a piano," Maezli guessed quickly.
"No, no, Maezli; you might see as much as that," said the uncle.