They are made of bright and different colors and are stuffed into
absurd, bulgy shapes._] There's a name on each one. Come along now!
[_Taking out a little sock. The women crowd around the basket and each
hangs a sock on the tree,_ MISS GODESBY _and_ CLARA _standing on
chairs._
CLARA. [_Reading the name on her sock._] Oh! mine's for Mr. Mason.
What's in it, Blanche?
BLANCHE. I really can't tell you. I asked the clerk where I bought it
what it was for, and he said he didn't know; it was a "Christmas
present."
MISS GODESBY. [_Laughing._] Oh, I know the kind! Mine's for Howard
Godesby. What's his present?
BLANCHE. A silver golf marker.
MISS GODESBY. But he doesn't play golf!
BLANCHE. Well, he ought to; it'll keep him young.
CLARA. It will be all right, anyway, Julia! _You_ can give it away to
some one next Christmas.
MISS SILLERTON. What's in Mr. Trotter's?
BLANCHE. Oh, that present has almost been my death! Men are so hard to
find things for! I had put in a gold pencil for his key chain, but
to-night while we were eating our oysters, I saw him show a beauty that
his mother had given him this morning! So I whispered to Jordan between
the soup and fish to change Mr. Ryder's name to Mr. Trotter's stocking,
and put Mr.
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