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O'Day would not have stepped to its edge, nor would Otto have been so red in the face, nor Kitty so radiant. Felix raised his hand to command supreme silence. "Masie wishes me," he began in his low, even voice, "to tell you that she has done her best to remember every one, and that she hopes nobody has been forgotten.
Fudge was out first, scampering down the street and back again before they had well closed the door, and Masie was as restless. "Oh, I'm just as happy as I can be, Uncle Felix. You are always so good. I never had any one to walk with until you came, except old Aunty Gossberger, and she never let me look at anything."
I do, and Kling does, and so does that darlin' Masie, and every man, woman, and child around here that can get their hands on him or a word wid him. Shame on ye, John! Tell him so, Father Cruse!" The priest kept silent, waiting until the slight family squall never very long nor serious between John and Kitty had spent itself. "Well, I'm not sayin' anything against Mr. O'Day, Kitty," broke in John.
And after the party we will leave it just so. Fine, my child! And I have an idea, too a brilliant idea. Hans, ask Mr. Kling to be good enough to come up here!" With the surrender of her Uncle Felix, Masie resumed her spinning around the room and kept it up until the father's bald head showed clear above the top of the stairs. "Masie has had one brilliant idea, Mr. Kling, and I have another.
And the race keeps up, Gramercy still ahead, until the goal of summer is won, and every blessed thing that could have burst into bloom has settled down to enjoy the siesta of the hot season. Masie was never tired of watching these changes, her wonder and delight increasing as the season progressed.
Whatever the cause, certain it is that he crept up-stairs a few hours before his house was to be thrown open to Masie's guests, and, finding the banquet hall completely finished and nobody about, Felix and Masie having gone out together to perfect some little detail connected with the gifts, walked around in an aimless way, overwhelmed by the beauty and charm of the interior as it lay before him in the afternoon light.
Where, he could not tell; at his own table, perhaps, or possibly at a club dinner. He remembered the quick, upward toss, the slender receptacle held high. He leaned far forward, and watched the nervous step and halting gait. Had Masie and the customer not been ahead of him, he would have hurried past them and called to the man to stop not an unusual thing with him when his suspicions were aroused.
Yes, Masie should have her birthday, if he could bring it about, and it should be the happiest of all her life. Suddenly he rose, releasing his neck from her grasp, and ran his eyes around the almost bare interior the big chair being the only article, so far, in place. "It will make a grand banquet hall, Masie," he said, as if speaking more to himself than to her. "Let me see!"
But, my deary" here he laid his hand on Masie's head "would you like to see some REAL ONES, all-gold-and-silver lace and satin shoes and big, high bonnets with feathers?" Masie clapped her hands in answer and began whirling about the room, her way of telling everybody that she was too happy to keep still. "Well, wait here; I won't be a minute."
And then everybody went out into the hall and said good-by once more over the banisters, Felix with the bundle under his arm, Masie throwing kisses to the two old gnomes craning their necks over the banisters, Fudge barking every step of the way down the stairs.
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