Theresa's name with a question-mark after each. She'd buy Hymie a pocket lighter. That would be nice. Now Louise. What could she get Louise? Underwear would be all right for her. Two teddies and maybe a slip also. She'd get Billy a cigarette case. Anna next. She knew that Anna wanted a set of lace covers for her bedroom suite, but she hated to give anything like that. It seemed such a waste to give a girl anything for her home. Well, maybe she'd give Anna underwear too. It was best anyhow to buy Anna and Louise the same things. And she'd give Cliff a cigarette case too. That seemed all right. Now was there any one else to whom she really ought to give something?
Hubert switched off the set suddenly and stood up. "They've got an opera on," he said peevishly.
"On all the stations?" Lillian asked.
"No, but the other ones are just as bad. Their idea of entertainment gives me a pain. What are you doing?"
"Making out my Christmas list."
"Christmas list!" His tone implied that he had never heard of such madness.
"Sure. It's the fourth of December or maybe the fifth. Somewhere around that anyhow. Gee, Theresa's all finished with her shopping and Louise started already."
Hubert came over and stood beside her, looking down at the back of a milk bill upon which Lillian had been writing.
"Say," he said, "you didn't give Billy and Hymie anything last year and you didn't know Cliff. How come you've got them all on the list?"
