"'Ye Ornaments of a House are ye Guests who Frequent it,'" read the
assembled company, in chorus.
"Oh, isn't that beautiful!" cried Charlotte.
Jeff glanced at her suspiciously. "She says that about everything," he
remarked. "Don't think much of it myself. The sentiment may be awfully
true--or otherwise; but what's the thing for? If anybody wanted to hint
at an invitation to visit Andy and Charlotte, he might have done it
without putting himself on record on a slab of copper four feet long.
Who sent it, anyway?"
Celia hunted carefully through the wrappings, and everybody finally
joined in the search, but no card appeared.
"I'm so sorry!" lamented Charlotte. "I shall never know whom to thank."
"It lets you out, anyhow," Jeff said, soothingly. "You won't have to
tell any lies. The thing is of about as much use as a bootjack."
"Why, but it's lovely!" protested Charlotte, with evident sincerity.
"Copper things are very highly valued just now, and the work on that is
artistic. Don't you see it is?"
"Can't see it," murmured Jeff. "But of course my not seeing it doesn't
count.
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