But it's going to require a lot of work and planning to carry it out." "Is it big or little ?" asked the dainty old lady as eager as a child to find out the secret.
"It's rather small," answered Grace.
"Fine or superfine ?" "Both," laughed Grace.

"But you'll not know till Christmas night; so stifle your curiosity." "I suppose I must wait, but it's going to be very hard," replied Mrs.
Gray plaintively.
And so the party was arranged.

Notes, written by Anne, were dispatched to the four boys; plans were discussed for the week's amusements, and the four girls finally started home in a state of great excitement to look over their wardrobes and furbish up their party dresses.
Only Anne had looked somewhat dubious during the conversation.

How could she spend a week in a beautiful house, with parties every night and company all the time, and nothing to wear but that hideous black silk?
"Anne," called Mrs.Gray, as the young girl was about to close the front door and follow the others down the steps.

"Wait a moment.