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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Children's Book of Christmas Stories + +Author: Various + +Editor: Asa Don Dickinson and Ada M. Skinner + +Release Date: March 25, 2009 [EBook #5061] +Last Updated: January 8, 2013 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHRISTMAS STORIES *** + + + + +Produced by Dianne Bean, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE CHILDREN'S BOOK OF CHRISTMAS STORIES + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Various + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + Edited by Asa Don Dickinson and Ada M. Skinner + </h3> + <p> + <br /><br /> <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + PREFACE + </h2> + <p> + Many librarians have felt the need and expressed the desire for a select + collection of children's Christmas stories in one volume. This books + claims to be just that and nothing more. + </p> + <p> + Each of the stories has already won the approval of thousands of children, + and each is fraught with the true Christmas spirit. + </p> + <p> + It is hoped that the collection will prove equally acceptable to parents, + teachers, and librarians. + </p> + <p> + Asa Don Dickinson. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_TOC"> (DETAILED) CONTENTS </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0002"> I. </a> CHRISTMAS AT FEZZIWIG'S + WAREHOUSE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> II. </a> THE + FIR-TREE* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> III. </a> THE + CHRISTMAS MASQUERADE* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> IV. </a> THE + SHEPHERDS AND THE ANGELS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> V. </a> THE + TELLTALE TILE* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> VI. </a> LITTLE + GIRL'S CHRISTMAS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> VII. </a> "A + CHRISTMAS MATINEE"* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> VIII. </a> TOINETTE + AND THE ELVES* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> IX. </a> THE + VOYAGE OF THE WEE RED CAP <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> X. </a> A + STORY OF THE CHRIST-CHILD* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> XI. </a> JIMMY + SCARECROW'S CHRISTMAS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> XII. </a> WHY + THE CHIMES RANG* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> XIII. </a> THE + BIRDS' CHRISTMAS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> XIV. </a> THE + LITTLE SISTER'S VACATION* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> XV. </a> LITTLE + WOLFF'S WOODEN SHOES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> XVI. </a> CHRISTMAS + IN THE ALLEY* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> XVII. </a> A + CHRISTMAS STAR* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> XVIII. </a> THE + QUEEREST CHRISTMAS* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> XIX. </a> OLD + FATHER CHRISTMAS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> XX. </a> A + CHRISTMAS CAROL <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> XXI. </a> HOW + CHRISTMAS CAME TO THE SANTA MARIA FLATS* <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0023"> XXII. </a> THE LEGEND OF BABOUSCKA* + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> XXIII. </a> CHRISTMAS IN + THE BARN* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> XXIV. </a> THE + PHILANTHROPIST'S CHRISTMAS* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> XXV. + </a> THE FIRST CHRISTMAS-TREE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0027"> XXVI. </a> THE FIRST NEW ENGLAND + CHRISTMAS* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> XXVII. </a> THE + CRATCHITS' CHRISTMAS DINNER <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> XXVIII. + </a> CHRISTMAS IN SEVENTEEN SEVENTY-SIX* + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> XXIX. </a> CHRISTMAS + UNDER THE SNOW* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> XXX. </a> MR. + BLUFF'S EXPERIENCES OF HOLIDAYS* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> + XXXI. </a> MASTER SANDY'S SNAPDRAGON* <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0033"> XXXII. </a> A CHRISTMAS FAIRY* <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2H_4_0034"> XXXIII. </a> THE GREATEST OF THESE* + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0035"> XXXIV. </a> LITTLE + GRETCHEN AND THE WOODEN SHOE* <br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0036"> XXXV. + </a> CHRISTMAS ON BIG RATTLE* <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_TOC" id="link2H_TOC"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + (DETAILED) CONTENTS + </h2> + <blockquote> + <p> + (Note.—The stories marked with a star (*) will be most enjoyed by + <br /> younger children; those marked with a two stars (**) are better + suited <br /> to older children.) <br /> Christmas at Fezziwig's + Warehouse. By Charles Dickens <br /> * The Fir-Tree. By Hans Christian + Andersen <br /> The Christmas Masquerade. By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman + <br /> * The Shepherds and the Angels. Adapted from the Bills <br /> ** + The Telltale Tile. By Olive Thorne Miller <br /> * Little Girl's + Christmas. By Winnifred E. Lincoln <br /> ** A Christmas Matinee. By + M.A.L. Lane <br /> * Toinette and the Elves. By Susan Coolidge <br /> The + Voyage of the Wee Red Cap. By Ruth Sawyer Durand <br /> * A Story of the + Christ-Child (a German Legend for Christmas Eve). As <br /> told by <br /> + Elizabeth Harrison <br /> * Jimmy Scarecrow's Christmas. By Mary E. + Wilkins Freeman <br /> Why the Chimes Rang. By Raymond McAlden <br /> The + Birds' Christmas (founded on fact). By F.E. Mann <br /> ** The Little + Sister's Vacation. By Winifred M. Kirkland <br /> * Little Wolff's Wooden + Shoes. By Francois Coppee, adapted and <br /> translated by <br /> Alma J. + Foster <br /> ** Christmas in the Alley. By Olive Thorne Miller <br /> * A + Christmas Star. By Katherine Pyle <br /> ** The Queerest Christmas. By + Grace Margaret Gallaher <br /> Old Father Christmas. By J.H. Ewing <br /> + A Christmas Carol. By Charles Dickens <br /> How Christmas Came to the + Santa Maria Flats. By Elia W. Peattie <br /> The Legend of Babouscka. + From the Russian Folk Tale <br /> * Christmas in the Barn. By F. Arnstein + <br /> The Philanthropist's Christmas. By James Weber Linn <br /> * The + First Christmas-Tree. By Lucy Wheelock <br /> The First New England + Christmas. By G.L. Stone and M.G. Fickett <br /> The Cratchits' Christmas + Dinner. By Charles Dickens <br /> Christmas in Seventeen Seventy-Six. By + Anne Hollingsworth Wharton <br /> * Christmas Under the Snow. By Olive + Thorne Miller <br /> Mr. Bluff's Experience of Holidays. By Oliver Bell + Bunce <br /> ** Master Sandy's Snapdragon. By Elbridge S. Brooks <br /> A + Christmas Fairy. By John Strange Winter <br /> The Greatest of These. By + Joseph Mills Hanson <br /> * Little Gretchen and the Wooden Shoe. By + Elizabeth Harrison <br /> ** Big Rattle. By Theodore Goodridge Roberts + <br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + I. CHRISTMAS AT FEZZIWIG'S WAREHOUSE + </h2> + <h3> + CHARLES DICKENS + </h3> + <p> + "Yo Ho! my boys," said Fezziwig. "No more work to-night! Christmas Eve, + Dick! Christmas, Ebenezer! Let's have the shutters up!" cried old Fezziwig + with a sharp clap of his hands, "before a man can say Jack Robinson...." + </p> + <p> + "Hilli-ho!" cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk with + wonderful agility. "Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here! + Hilli-ho, Dick! Cheer-up, Ebenezer!" + </p> + <p> + Clear away! There was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away, or couldn't + have cleared away with old Fezziwig looking on. It was done in a minute. + Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life + forevermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were trimmed, fuel + was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug, and warm, and + dry, and bright a ballroom as you would desire to see on a winter's night. + </p> + <p> + In came a fiddler with a music book, and went up to the lofty desk and + made an orchestra of it and tuned like fifty stomach-aches. In came Mrs. + Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. In came the three Misses Fezziwig, + beaming and lovable. In came the six followers whose hearts they broke. In + came all the young men and women employed in the business. In came the + housemaid with her cousin the baker. In came the cook with her brother's + particular friend the milkman. In came the boy from over the way, who was + suspected of not having board enough from his master, trying to hide + himself behind the girl from next door but one who was proved to have had + her ears pulled by her mistress; in they all came, anyhow and everyhow. + Away they all went, twenty couple at once; hands half round and back again + the other way; down the middle and up again; round and round in various + stages of affectionate grouping, old top couple always turning up in the + wrong place; new top couple starting off again, as soon as they got there; + all top couples at last, and not a bottom one to help them. + </p> + <p> + When this result was brought about the fiddler struck up "Sir Roger de + Coverley." Then old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig. Top + couple, too, with a good stiff piece of work cut out for them; three or + four and twenty pairs of partners; people who were not to be trifled with; + people who would dance and had no notion of walking. + </p> + <p> + But if they had been thrice as many—oh, four times as many—old + Fezziwig would have been a match for them, and so would Mrs. Fezziwig. As + to her, she was worthy to be his partner in every sense of the term. If + that's not high praise, tell me higher and I'll use it. A positive light + appeared to issue from Fezziwig's calves. They shone in every part of the + dance like moons. You couldn't have predicted at any given time what would + become of them next. And when old Fezziwig and Mrs. Fezziwig had gone all + through the dance, advance and retire; both hands to your partner, bow and + courtesy, corkscrew, thread the needle, and back again to your place; + Fezziwig "cut"—cut so deftly that he appeared to wink with his legs, + and came upon his feet again with a stagger. + </p> + <p> + When the clock struck eleven the domestic ball broke up. Mr. and Mrs. + Fezziwig took their stations, one on either side of the door, and shaking + hands with every person individually, as he or she went out, wished him or + her a Merry Christmas! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + II. THE FIR-TREE* + </h2> + <h3> + *Reprinted by permission of the Houghton-Mifflin Company. + </h3> + <p> + HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN + </p> + <p> + Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir-tree. The place he had was a very + good one; the sun shone on him; as to fresh air, there was enough of that, + and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But + the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree. + </p> + <p> + He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for + the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in + the woods looking for wild strawberries. The children often came with a + whole pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, + and sat down near the young tree and said, "Oh, how pretty he is! what a + nice little fir!" But this was what the Tree could not bear to hear. + </p> + <p> + At the end of a year he had shot up a good deal, and after another year he + was another long bit taller; for with fir-trees one can always tell by the + shoots how many years old they are. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, were I but such a high tree as the others are!" sighed he. "Then I + should be able to spread out my branches, and with the tops to look into + the wide world! Then would the birds build nests among my branches; and + when there was a breeze, I could bend with as much stateliness as the + others!" + </p> + <p> + Neither the sunbeams, nor the birds, nor the red clouds, which morning and + evening sailed above them, gave the little Tree any pleasure. + </p> + <p> + In winter, when the snow lay glittering on the ground, a hare would often + come leaping along, and jump right over the little Tree. Oh, that made him + so angry! But two winters were past, and in the third the tree was so + large that the hare was obliged to go round it. "To grow and grow, to get + older and be tall," thought the Tree—"that, after all, is the most + delightful thing in the world!" + </p> + <p> + In autumn the wood-cutters always came and felled some of the largest + trees. This happened every year; and the young Fir-tree, that had now + grown to a very comely size, trembled at the sight; for the magnificent + great trees fell to the earth with noise and cracking, the branches were + lopped off, and the trees looked long and bare; they were hardly to be + recognized; and then they were laid in carts, and the horses dragged them + out of the woods. + </p> + <p> + Where did they go to? What became of them? + </p> + <p> + In spring, when the Swallows and the Storks came, the Tree asked them, + "Don't you know where they have been taken? Have you not met them + anywhere?" + </p> + <p> + The Swallows did not know anything about it; but the Stork looked musing, + nodded his head, and said: "Yes, I think I know; I met many ships as I was + flying hither from Egypt; on the ships were magnificent masts, and I + venture to assert that it was they that smelt so of fir. I may + congratulate you, for they lifted themselves on high most majestically!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, were I but old enough to fly across the sea! But how does the sea + look in reality? What is it like?" + </p> + <p> + "That would take a long time to explain," said the Stork, and with these + words off he went. + </p> + <p> + "Rejoice in thy growth!" said the Sunbeams, "rejoice in thy vigorous + growth, and in the fresh life that moveth within thee!" + </p> + <p> + And the Wind kissed the Tree, and the Dew wept tears over him; but the Fir + understood it not. + </p> + <p> + When Christmas came, quite young trees were cut down; trees which often + were not even as large or of the same age as this Fir-tree, who could + never rest, but always wanted to be off. These young trees, and they were + always the finest looking, retained their branches; they were laid on + carts, and the horses drew them out of the woods. + </p> + <p> + "Where are they going to?" asked the Fir. "They are not taller than I; + there was one indeed that was considerably shorter; and why do they retain + all their branches? Whither are they taken?" + </p> + <p> + "We know! we know!" chirped the Sparrows. "We have peeped in at the + windows in the town below! We know whither they are taken! The greatest + splendour and the greatest magnificence one can imagine await them. We + peeped through the windows, and saw them planted in the middle of the warm + room, and ornamented with the most splendid things—with gilded + apples, with gingerbread, with toys, and many hundred lights!" + </p> + <p> + "And then?" asked the Fir-tree, trembling in every bough. "And then? What + happens then?" + </p> + <p> + "We did not see anything more: it was incomparably beautiful." + </p> + <p> + "I would fain know if I am destined for so glorious a career," cried the + Tree, rejoicing. "That is still better than to cross the sea! What a + longing do I suffer! Were Christmas but come! I am now tall, and my + branches spread like the others that were carried off last year! Oh, were + I but already on the cart. Were I in the warm room with all the splendour + and magnificence! Yes; then something better, something still grander, + will surely follow, or wherefore should they thus ornament me? Something + better, something still grander, MUST follow—but what? Oh, how I + long, how I suffer! I do not know myself what is the matter with me!" + </p> + <p> + "Rejoice in our presence!" said the Air and the Sunlight; "rejoice in thy + own fresh youth!" + </p> + <p> + But the Tree did not rejoice at all; he grew and grew, and was green both + winter and summer. People that saw him said, "What a fine tree!" and + toward Christmas he was one of the first that was cut down. The axe struck + deep into the very pith; the tree fell to the earth with a sigh: he felt a + pang—it was like a swoon; he could not think of happiness, for he + was sorrowful at being separated from his home, from the place where he + had sprung up. He knew well that he should never see his dear old + comrades, the little bushes and flowers around him, any more; perhaps not + even the birds! The departure was not at all agreeable. + </p> + <p> + The Tree only came to himself when he was unloaded in a courtyard with the + other trees, and heard a man say, "That one is splendid! we don't want the + others." Then two servants came in rich livery and carried the Fir-tree + into a large and splendid drawing-room. Portraits were hanging on the + walls, and near the white porcelain stove stood two large Chinese vases + with lions on the covers. There, too, were large easy chairs, silken + sofas, large tables full of picture-books, and full of toys worth hundreds + and hundreds of crowns—at least the children said so. And the + Fir-tree was stuck upright in a cask that was filled with sand: but no one + could see that it was a cask, for green cloth was hung all around it, and + it stood on a large gayly coloured carpet. Oh, how the Tree quivered! What + was to happen? The servants, as well as the young ladies, decorated it. On + one branch there hung little nets cut out of coloured paper, and each net + was filled with sugar-plums; and among the other boughs gilded apples and + walnuts were suspended, looking as though they had grown there, and little + blue and white tapers were placed among the leaves. Dolls that looked for + all the world like men—the Tree had never beheld such before—were + seen among the foliage, and at the very top a large star of gold tinsel + was fixed. It was really splendid—beyond description splendid. + </p> + <p> + "This evening!" said they all; "how it will shine this evening!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh," thought the Tree, "if the evening were but come! If the tapers were + but lighted! And then I wonder what will happen! Perhaps the other trees + from the forest will come to look at me! Perhaps the sparrows will beat + against the window-panes! I wonder if I shall take root here, and winter + and summer stand covered with ornaments!" + </p> + <p> + He knew very much about the matter! but he was so impatient that for sheer + longing he got a pain in his back, and this with trees is the same thing + as a headache with us. + </p> + <p> + The candles were now lighted. What brightness! What splendour! The Tree + trembled so in every bough that one of the tapers set fire to the foliage. + It blazed up splendidly. + </p> + <p> + "Help! Help!" cried the young ladies, and they quickly put out the fire. + </p> + <p> + Now the Tree did not even dare tremble. What a state he was in! He was so + uneasy lest he should lose something of his splendour, that he was quite + bewildered amidst the glare and brightness; when suddenly both + folding-doors opened, and a troop of children rushed in as if they would + upset the Tree. The older persons followed quietly; the little ones stood + quite still. But it was only for a moment; then they shouted so that the + whole place reechoed with their rejoicing; they danced round the tree, and + one present after the other was pulled off. + </p> + <p> + "What are they about?" thought the Tree. "What is to happen now?" And the + lights burned down to the very branches, and as they burned down they were + put out, one after the other, and then the children had permission to + plunder the tree. So they fell upon it with such violence that all its + branches cracked; if it had not been fixed firmly in the cask, it would + certainly have tumbled down. + </p> + <p> + The children danced about with their beautiful playthings: no one looked + at the Tree except the old nurse, who peeped between the branches; but it + was only to see if there was a fig or an apple left that had been + forgotten. + </p> + <p> + "A story! a story!" cried the children, drawing a little fat man toward + the tree. He seated himself under it, and said: "Now we are in the shade, + and the Tree can listen, too. But I shall tell only one story. Now which + will you have: that about Ivedy-Avedy, or about Klumpy-Dumpy who tumbled + downstairs, and yet after all came to the throne and married the + princess?" + </p> + <p> + "Ivedy-Avedy!" cried some; "Klumpy-Dumpy" cried the others. There was such + a bawling and screaming—the Fir-tree alone was silent, and he + thought to himself, "Am I not to bawl with the rest?—am I to do + nothing whatever?" for he was one of the company, and had done what he had + to do. + </p> + <p> + And the man told about Klumpy-Dumpy that tumbled down, who notwithstanding + came to the throne, and at last married the princess. And the children + clapped their hands, and cried out, "Oh, go on! Do go on!" They wanted to + hear about Ivedy-Avedy, too, but the little man only told them about + Klumpy-Dumpy. The Fir-tree stood quite still and absorbed in thought; the + birds in the woods had never related the like of this. "Klumpy-Dumpy fell + downstairs, and yet he married the princess! Yes! Yes! that's the way of + the world!" thought the Fir-tree, and believed it all, because the man who + told the story was so good-looking. "Well, well! who knows, perhaps I may + fall downstairs, too, and get a princess as wife!" And he looked forward + with joy to the morrow, when he hoped to be decked out again with lights, + playthings, fruits, and tinsel. + </p> + <p> + "I won't tremble to-morrow," thought the Fir-tree. "I will enjoy to the + full all my splendour. To-morrow I shall hear again the story of + Klumpy-Dumpy, and perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy, too." And the whole night + the Tree stood still and in deep thought. + </p> + <p> + In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in. + </p> + <p> + "Now, then, the splendour will begin again," thought the Fir. But they + dragged him out of the room, and up the stairs into the loft; and here in + a dark corner, where no daylight could enter, they left him. "What's the + meaning of this?" thought the Tree. "What am I to do here? What shall I + hear now, I wonder?" And he leaned against the wall, lost in reverie. Time + enough had he, too, for his reflections; for days and nights passed on, + and nobody came up; and when at last somebody did come, it was only to put + some great trunks in a corner out of the way. There stood the Tree quite + hidden; it seemed as if he had been entirely forgotten. + </p> + <p> + "'Tis now winter out of doors!" thought the Tree. "The earth is hard and + covered with snow; men cannot plant me now, and therefore I have been put + up here under shelter till the springtime comes! How thoughtful that is! + How kind man is, after all! If it only were not so dark here, and so + terribly lonely! Not even a hare. And out in the woods it was so pleasant, + when the snow was on the ground, and the hare leaped by; yes—even + when he jumped over me; but I did not like it then. It is really terribly + lonely here!" + </p> + <p> + "Squeak! squeak!" said a little Mouse at the same moment, peeping out of + his hole. And then another little one came. They sniffed about the + Fir-tree, and rustled among the branches. + </p> + <p> + "It is dreadfully cold," said the Mouse. "But for that, it would be + delightful here, old Fir, wouldn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "I am by no means old," said the Fir-tree. "There's many a one + considerably older than I am." + </p> + <p> + "Where do you come from," asked the Mice; "and what can you do?" They were + so extremely curious. "Tell us about the most beautiful spot on the earth. + Have you never been there? Were you never in the larder, where cheeses lie + on the shelves, and hams hang from above; where one dances about on + tallow-candles; that place where one enters lean, and comes out again fat + and portly?" + </p> + <p> + "I know no such place," said the Tree, "but I know the woods, where the + sun shines, and where the little birds sing." And then he told all about + his youth; and the little Mice had never heard the like before; and they + listened and said: + </p> + <p> + "Well, to be sure! How much you have seen! How happy you must have been!" + </p> + <p> + "I?" said the Fir-tree, thinking over what he had himself related. "Yes, + in reality those were happy times." And then he told about Christmas Eve, + when he was decked out with cakes and candles. + </p> + <p> + "Oh," said the little Mice, "how fortunate you have been, old Fir-tree!" + </p> + <p> + "I am by no means old," said he. "I came from the woods this winter; I am + in my prime, and am only rather short for my age." + </p> + <p> + "What delightful stories you know!" said the Mice: and the next night they + came with four other little Mice, who were to hear what the tree + recounted; and the more he related, the more plainly he remembered all + himself; and it appeared as if those times had really been happy times. + "But they may still come—they may still come. Klumpy-Dumpy fell + downstairs and yet he got a princess," and he thought at the moment of a + nice little Birch-tree growing out in the woods; to the Fir, that would be + a real charming princess. + </p> + <p> + "Who is Klumpy-Dumpy?" asked the Mice. So then the Fir-tree told the whole + fairy tale, for he could remember every single word of it; and the little + Mice jumped for joy up to the very top of the Tree. Next night two more + Mice came, and on Sunday two Rats, even; but they said the stories were + not interesting, which vexed the little Mice; and they, too, now began to + think them not so very amusing either. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know only one story?" asked the Rats. + </p> + <p> + "Only that one," answered the Tree. "I heard it on my happiest evening; + but I did not then know how happy I was." + </p> + <p> + "It is a very stupid story. Don't you know one about bacon and tallow + candles? Can't you tell any larder stories?" + </p> + <p> + "No," said the Tree. + </p> + <p> + "Then good-bye," said the Rats; and they went home. + </p> + <p> + At last the little Mice stayed away also; and the Tree sighed: "After all, + it was very pleasant when the sleek little Mice sat around me and listened + to what I told them. Now that too is over. But I will take good care to + enjoy myself when I am brought out again." + </p> + <p> + But when was that to be? Why, one morning there came a quantity of people + and set to work in the loft. The trunks were moved, the Tree was pulled + out and thrown—rather hard, it is true—down on the floor, but + a man drew him toward the stairs, where the daylight shone. + </p> + <p> + "Now a merry life will begin again," thought the Tree. He felt the fresh + air, the first sunbeam—and now he was out in the courtyard. All + passed so quickly, there was so much going on around him, that the Tree + quite forgot to look to himself. The court adjoined a garden, and all was + in flower; the roses hung so fresh and odorous over the balustrade, the + lindens were in blossom, the Swallows flew by, and said, "Quirre-vit! my + husband is come!" but it was not the Fir-tree that they meant. + </p> + <p> + "Now, then, I shall really enjoy life," said he, exultingly, and spread + out his branches; but, alas! they were all withered and yellow. It was in + a corner that he lay, among weeds and nettles. The golden star of tinsel + was still on the top of the Tree, and glittered in the sunshine. + </p> + <p> + In the courtyard some of the merry children were playing who had danced at + Christmas round the Fir-tree, and were so glad at the sight of him. One of + the youngest ran and tore off the golden star. + </p> + <p> + "Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!" said he, + trampling on the branches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet. And + the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the + garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner + in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the woods, of the merry + Christmas Eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much + pleasure to the story of Klumpy-Dumpy. + </p> + <p> + "'Tis over—'tis past!" said the poor Tree. "Had I but rejoiced when + I had reason to do so! But now 'tis past, 'tis past!" + </p> + <p> + And the gardener's boy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there was a + whole heap lying there. The wood flamed up splendidly under the large + brewing copper, and it sighed so deeply! Each sigh was like a shot. + </p> + <p> + The boys played about in the court, and the youngest wore the gold star on + his breast which the Tree had had on the happiest evening of his life. + However, that was over now—the Tree gone, the story at an end. All, + all was over; every tale must end at last. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + III. THE CHRISTMAS MASQUERADE* + </h2> + <h3> + * From "The Pot of Gold", copyright by Lothrop, Lee & Shepherd Co. + </h3> + <p> + MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN + </p> + <p> + On Christmas Eve the Mayor's stately mansion presented a beautiful + appearance. There were rows of different coloured wax candles burning in + every window, and beyond them one could see the chandeliers of gold and + crystal blazing with light. The fiddles were squeaking merrily, and lovely + little forms flew past the windows in time to the music. + </p> + <p> + There were gorgeous carpets laid from the door to the street, and + carriages were constantly arriving and fresh guests tripping over them. + They were all children. The Mayor was giving a Christmas Masquerade + tonight to all the children in the city, the poor as well as the rich. The + preparation for this ball had been making an immense sensation for the + last three months. Placards had been up in the most conspicuous points in + the city, and all the daily newspapers had at least a column devoted to + it, headed with "THE MAYOR'S CHRISTMAS MASQUERADE," in very large letters. + </p> + <p> + The Mayor had promised to defray the expenses of all the poor children + whose parents were unable to do so, and the bills for their costumes were + directed to be sent in to him. + </p> + <p> + Of course there was great excitement among the regular costumers of the + city, and they all resolved to vie with one another in being the most + popular, and the best patronized on this gala occasion. But the placards + and the notices had not been out a week before a new Costumer appeared who + cast all the others into the shade directly. He set up his shop on the + corner of one of the principal streets, and hung up his beautiful costumes + in the windows. He was a little fellow, not much bigger than a boy of ten. + His cheeks were as red as roses, and he had on a long curling wig as white + as snow. He wore a suit of crimson velvet knee-breeches, and a little + swallow-tailed coat with beautiful golden buttons. Deep lace ruffles fell + over his slender white hands, and he wore elegant knee buckles of + glittering stones. He sat on a high stool behind his counter and served + his customers himself; he kept no clerk. + </p> + <p> + It did not take the children long to discover what beautiful things he + had, and how superior he was to the other costumers, and they begun to + flock to his shop immediately, from the Mayor's daughter to the poor + ragpicker's. The children were to select their own costumes; the Mayor had + stipulated that. It was to be a children's ball in every sense of the + word. + </p> + <p> + So they decided to be fairies and shepherdesses, and princesses according + to their own fancies; and this new Costumer had charming costumes to suit + them. + </p> + <p> + It was noticeable that, for the most part, the children of the rich, who + had always had everything they desired, would choose the parts of + goose-girls and peasants and such like; and the poor children jumped + eagerly at the chance of being princesses or fairies for a few hours in + their miserable lives. + </p> + <p> + When Christmas Eve came and the children flocked into the Mayor's mansion, + whether it was owing to the Costumer's art, or their own adaptation to the + characters they had chosen, it was wonderful how lifelike their + representations were. Those little fairies in their short skirts of silken + gauze, in which golden sparkles appeared as they moved with their little + funny gossamer wings, like butterflies, looked like real fairies. It did + not seem possible, when they floated around to the music, half supported + on the tips of their dainty toes, half by their filmy purple wings, their + delicate bodies swaying in time, that they could be anything but fairies. + It seemed absurd to imagine that they were Johnny Mullens, the + washerwoman's son, and Polly Flinders, the charwoman's little girl, and so + on. + </p> + <p> + The Mayor's daughter, who had chosen the character of a goose-girl, looked + so like a true one that one could hardly dream she ever was anything else. + She was, ordinarily, a slender, dainty little lady rather tall for her + age. She now looked very short and stubbed and brown, just as if she had + been accustomed to tend geese in all sorts of weather. It was so with all + the others—the Red Riding-hoods, the princesses, the Bo-Peeps and + with every one of the characters who came to the Mayor's ball; Red + Riding-hood looked round, with big, frightened eyes, all ready to spy the + wolf, and carried her little pat of butter and pot of honey gingerly in + her basket; Bo-Peep's eyes looked red with weeping for the loss of her + sheep; and the princesses swept about so grandly in their splendid + brocaded trains, and held their crowned heads so high that people + half-believed them to be true princesses. + </p> + <p> + But there never was anything like the fun at the Mayor's Christmas ball. + The fiddlers fiddled and fiddled, and the children danced and danced on + the beautiful waxed floors. The Mayor, with his family and a few grand + guests, sat on a dais covered with blue velvet at one end of the dancing + hall, and watched the sport. They were all delighted. The Mayor's eldest + daughter sat in front and clapped her little soft white hands. She was a + tall, beautiful young maiden, and wore a white dress, and a little cap + woven of blue violets on her yellow hair. Her name was Violetta. + </p> + <p> + The supper was served at midnight—and such a supper! The mountains + of pink and white ices, and the cakes with sugar castles and flower + gardens on the tops of them, and the charming shapes of gold and + ruby-coloured jellies. There were wonderful bonbons which even the Mayor's + daughter did not have every day; and all sorts of fruits, fresh and + candied. They had cowslip wine in green glasses, and elderberry wine in + red, and they drank each other's health. The glasses held a thimbleful + each; the Mayor's wife thought that was all the wine they ought to have. + Under each child's plate there was a pretty present and every one had a + basket of bonbons and cake to carry home. + </p> + <p> + At four o'clock the fiddlers put up their fiddles and the children went + home; fairies and shepherdesses and pages and princesses all jabbering + gleefully about the splendid time they had had. + </p> + <p> + But in a short time what consternation there was throughout the city. When + the proud and fond parents attempted to unbutton their children's dresses, + in order to prepare them for bed, not a single costume would come off. The + buttons buttoned again as fast as they were unbuttoned; even if they + pulled out a pin, in it would slip again in a twinkling; and when a string + was untied it tied itself up again into a bowknot. The parents were + dreadfully frightened. But the children were so tired out they finally let + them go to bed in their fancy costumes and thought perhaps they would come + off better in the morning. So Red Riding-hood went to bed in her little + red cloak holding fast to her basket full of dainties for her grandmother, + and Bo-Peep slept with her crook in her hand. + </p> + <p> + The children all went to bed readily enough, they were so very tired, even + though they had to go in this strange array. All but the fairies—they + danced and pirouetted and would not be still. + </p> + <p> + "We want to swing on the blades of grass," they kept saying, "and play + hide and seek in the lily cups, and take a nap between the leaves of the + roses." + </p> + <p> + The poor charwomen and coal-heavers, whose children the fairies were for + the most part, stared at them in great distress. They did not know what to + do with these radiant, frisky little creatures into which their Johnnys + and their Pollys and Betseys were so suddenly transformed. But the fairies + went to bed quietly enough when daylight came, and were soon fast asleep. + </p> + <p> + There was no further trouble till twelve o'clock, when all the children + woke up. Then a great wave of alarm spread over the city. Not one of the + costumes would come off then. The buttons buttoned as fast as they were + unbuttoned; the pins quilted themselves in as fast as they were pulled + out; and the strings flew round like lightning and twisted themselves into + bow-knots as fast as they were untied. + </p> + <p> + And that was not the worst of it; every one of the children seemed to have + become, in reality, the character which he or she had assumed. + </p> + <p> + The Mayor's daughter declared she was going to tend her geese out in the + pasture, and the shepherdesses sprang out of their little beds of down, + throwing aside their silken quilts, and cried that they must go out and + watch their sheep. The princesses jumped up from their straw pallets, and + wanted to go to court; and all the rest of them likewise. Poor little Red + Riding-hood sobbed and sobbed because she couldn't go and carry her basket + to her grandmother, and as she didn't have any grandmother she couldn't + go, of course, and her parents were very much doubled. It was all so + mysterious and dreadful. The news spread very rapidly over the city, and + soon a great crowd gathered around the new Costumer's shop for every one + thought he must be responsible for all this mischief. + </p> + <p> + The shop door was locked; but they soon battered it down with stones. When + they rushed in the Costumer was not there; he had disappeared with all his + wares. Then they did not know what to do. But it was evident that they + must do something before long for the state of affairs was growing worse + and worse. + </p> + <p> + The Mayor's little daughter braced her back up against the tapestried + wall, and planted her two feet in their thick shoes firmly. "I will go and + tend my geese," she kept crying. "I won't eat my breakfast. I won't go out + in the park. I won't go to school. I'm going to tend my geese—I + will, I will, I will!" + </p> + <p> + And the princesses trailed their rich trains over the rough unpainted + floors in their parents' poor little huts, and held their crowned heads + very high and demanded to be taken to court. The princesses were mostly + geese-girls when they were their proper selves, and their geese were + suffering, and their poor parents did not know what they were going to do + and they wrung their hands and wept as they gazed on their gorgeously + apparelled children. + </p> + <p> + Finally the Mayor called a meeting of the Aldermen, and they all assembled + in the City Hall. Nearly every one of them had a son or a daughter who was + a chimney-sweep, or a little watch-girl, or a shepherdess. They appointed + a chairman and they took a great many votes and contrary votes but they + did not agree on anything, until every one proposed that they consult the + Wise Woman. Then they all held up their hands, and voted to, unanimously. + </p> + <p> + So the whole board of Aldermen set out, walking by twos, with the Mayor at + their head, to consult the Wise Woman. The Aldermen were all very fleshy, + and carried gold-headed canes which they swung very high at every step. + They held their heads well back, and their chins stiff, and whenever they + met common people they sniffed gently. They were very imposing. + </p> + <p> + The Wise Woman lived in a little hut on the outskirts of the city. She + kept a Black Cat, except for her, she was all alone. She was very old, and + had brought up a great many children, and she was considered remarkably + wise. + </p> + <p> + But when the Aldermen reached her hut and found her seated by the fire, + holding her Black Cat, a new difficulty presented itself. She had always + been quite deaf and people had been obliged to scream as loud as they + could in order to make her hear; but lately she had grown much deafer, and + when the Aldermen attempted to lay the case before her she could not hear + a word. In fact, she was so very deaf that she could not distinguish a + tone below G-sharp. The Aldermen screamed till they were quite red in the + faces, but all to no purpose: none of them could get up to G-sharp of + course. + </p> + <p> + So the Aldermen all went back, swinging their gold-headed canes, and they + had another meeting in the City Hall. Then they decided to send the + highest Soprano Singer in the church choir to the Wise Woman; she could + sing up to G-sharp just as easy as not. So the high Soprano Singer set out + for the Wise Woman's in the Mayor's coach, and the Aldermen marched + behind, swinging their gold-headed canes. + </p> + <p> + The High Soprano Singer put her head down close to the Wise Woman's ear, + and sung all about the Christmas Masquerade and the dreadful dilemma + everybody was in, in G-sharp—she even went higher, sometimes, and + the Wise Woman heard every word. + </p> + <p> + She nodded three times, and every time she nodded she looked wiser. + </p> + <p> + "Go home, and give 'em a spoonful of castor-oil, all 'round," she piped + up; then she took a pinch of snuff, and wouldn't say any more. + </p> + <p> + So the Aldermen went home, and every one took a district and marched + through it, with a servant carrying an immense bowl and spoon, and every + child had to take a dose of castor-oil. + </p> + <p> + But it didn't do a bit of good. The children cried and struggled when they + were forced to take the castor-oil; but, two minutes afterward, the + chimney-sweeps were crying for their brooms, and the princesses screaming + because they couldn't go to court, and the Mayor's daughter, who had been + given a double dose, cried louder and more sturdily: "I want to go and + tend my geese. I will go and tend my geese." + </p> + <p> + So the Aldermen took the high Soprano Singer, and they consulted the Wise + Woman again. She was taking a nap this time, and the Singer had to sing up + to B-flat before she could wake her. Then she was very cross and the Black + Cat put up his back and spit at the Aldermen. + </p> + <p> + "Give 'em a spanking all 'round," she snapped out, "and if that don't work + put 'em to bed without their supper." + </p> + <p> + Then the Aldermen marched back to try that; and all the children in the + city were spanked, and when that didn't do any good they were put to bed + without any supper. But the next morning when they woke up they were worse + than ever. + </p> + <p> + The Mayor and Aldermen were very indignant, and considered that they had + been imposed upon and insulted. So they set out for the Wise Woman again, + with the high Soprano Singer. + </p> + <p> + She sang in G-sharp how the Aldermen and the Mayor considered her an + impostor, and did not think she was wise at all, and they wished her to + take her Black Cat and move beyond the limits of the city. + </p> + <p> + She sang it beautifully; it sounded like the very finest Italian opera + music. + </p> + <p> + "Deary me," piped the Wise Woman, when she had finished, "how very grand + these gentlemen are." Her Black Cat put up his back and spit. + </p> + <p> + "Five times one Black Cat are five Black Cats," said the Wise Woman. And + directly there were five Black Cats spitting and miauling. + </p> + <p> + "Five times five Black Cats are twenty-five Black Cats." And then there + were twenty-five of the angry little beasts. + </p> + <p> + "Five times twenty-five Black Cats are one hundred and twenty-five Black + Cats," added the Wise Woman with a chuckle. + </p> + <p> + Then the Mayor and the Aldermen and the high Soprano Singer fled + precipitately out the door and back to the city. One hundred and + twenty-five Black Cats had seemed to fill the Wise Woman's hut full, and + when they all spit and miauled together it was dreadful. The visitors + could not wait for her to multiply Black Cats any longer. + </p> + <p> + As winter wore on and spring came, the condition of things grew more + intolerable. Physicians had been consulted, who advised that the children + should be allowed to follow their own bents, for fear of injury to their + constitutions. So the rich Aldermen's daughters were actually out in the + fields herding sheep, and their sons sweeping chimneys or carrying + newspapers; and while the poor charwomen's and coal-heavers, children + spent their time like princesses and fairies. Such a topsy-turvy state of + society was shocking. While the Mayor's little daughter was tending geese + out in the meadow like any common goose-girl, her pretty elder sister, + Violetta, felt very sad about it and used often to cast about in her mind + for some way of relief. + </p> + <p> + When cherries were ripe in spring, Violetta thought she would ask the + Cherry-man about it. She thought the Cherry-man quite wise. He was a very + pretty young fellow, and he brought cherries to sell in graceful little + straw baskets lined with moss. So she stood in the kitchen door one + morning and told him all about the great trouble that had come upon the + city. He listened in great astonishment; he had never heard of it before. + He lived several miles out in the country. + </p> + <p> + "How did the Costumer look?" he asked respectfully; he thought Violetta + the most beautiful lady on earth. + </p> + <p> + Then Violetta described the Costumer, and told him of the unavailing + attempts that had been made to find him. There were a great many + detectives out, constantly at work. + </p> + <p> + "I know where he is!" said the Cherry-man. "He's up in one of my + cherry-trees. He's been living there ever since cherries were ripe, and he + won't come down." + </p> + <p> + Then Violetta ran and told her father in great excitement, and he at once + called a meeting of the Aldermen, and in a few hours half the city was on + the road to the Cherry-man's. + </p> + <p> + He had a beautiful orchard of cherry-trees all laden with fruit. And, sure + enough in one of the largest, way up amongst the topmost branches, sat the + Costumer in his red velvet and short clothes and his diamond knee-buckles. + He looked down between the green boughs. "Good-morning, friends!" he + shouted. + </p> + <p> + The Aldermen shook their gold-headed canes at him, and the people danced + round the tree in a rage. Then they began to climb. But they soon found + that to be impossible. As fast as they touched a hand or foot to a tree, + back it flew with a jerk exactly as if the tree pushed it. They tried a + ladder, but the ladder fell back the moment it touched the tree, and lay + sprawling upon the ground. Finally, they brought axes and thought they + could chop the tree down, Costumer and all; but the wood resisted the axes + as if it were iron, and only dented them, receiving no impression itself. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the Costumer sat up in the tree, eating cherries and throwing + the stones down. Finally he stood up on a stout branch, and, looking down, + addressed the people. + </p> + <p> + "It's of no use, your trying to accomplish anything in this way," said he; + "you'd better parley. I'm willing to come to terms with you, and make + everything right on two conditions." + </p> + <p> + The people grew quiet then, and the Mayor stepped forward as spokesman, + "Name your two conditions," said he rather testily. "You own, tacitly, + that you are the cause of all this trouble." + </p> + <p> + "Well" said the Costumer, reaching out for a handful of cherries, "this + Christmas Masquerade of yours was a beautiful idea; but you wouldn't do it + every year, and your successors might not do it at all. I want those poor + children to have a Christmas every year. My first condition is that every + poor child in the city hangs its stocking for gifts in the City Hall on + every Christmas Eve, and gets it filled, too. I want the resolution filed + and put away in the city archives." + </p> + <p> + "We agree to the first condition!" cried the people with one voice, + without waiting for the Mayor and Aldermen. + </p> + <p> + "The second condition," said the Costumer, "is that this good young + Cherry-man here has the Mayor's daughter, Violetta, for his wife. He has + been kind to me, letting me live in his cherry-tree and eat his cherries + and I want to reward him." + </p> + <p> + "We consent," cried all the people; but the Mayor, though he was so + generous, was a proud man. "I will not consent to the second condition," + he cried angrily. + </p> + <p> + "Very well," replied the Costumer, picking some more cherries, "then your + youngest daughter tends geese the rest of her life, that's all." + </p> + <p> + The Mayor was in great distress; but the thought of his youngest daughter + being a goose-girl all her life was too much for him. He gave in at last. + </p> + <p> + "Now go home and take the costumes off your children," said the Costumer, + "and leave me in peace to eat cherries." + </p> + <p> + Then the people hastened back to the city, and found, to their great + delight, that the costumes would come off. The pins stayed out, the + buttons stayed unbuttoned, and the strings stayed untied. The children + were dressed in their own proper clothes and were their own proper selves + once more. The shepherdesses and the chimney-sweeps came home, and were + washed and dressed in silks and velvets, and went to embroidering and + playing lawn-tennis. And the princesses and the fairies put on their own + suitable dresses, and went about their useful employments. There was great + rejoicing in every home. Violetta thought she had never been so happy, now + that her dear little sister was no longer a goose-girl, but her own dainty + little lady-self. + </p> + <p> + The resolution to provide every poor child in the city with a stocking + full of gifts on Christmas was solemnly filed, and deposited in the city + archives, and was never broken. + </p> + <p> + Violetta was married to the Cherry-man, and all the children came to the + wedding, and strewed flowers in her path till her feet were quite hidden + in them. The Costumer had mysteriously disappeared from the cherry-tree + the night before, but he left at the foot some beautiful wedding presents + for the bride—a silver service with a pattern of cherries engraved + on it, and a set of china with cherries on it, in hand painting, and a + white satin robe, embroidered with cherries down the front. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IV. THE SHEPHERDS AND THE ANGELS + </h2> + <h3> + ADAPTED FROM THE BIBLE + </h3> + <p> + And there were shepherds in the same country abiding in the field, and + keeping watch by night over their flock. And an angel of the Lord stood by + them and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore + afraid. And the angel said unto them, Be not afraid; for, behold, I bring + you good tidings of great joy which shall be to all the people: for there + is born to you this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ + the Lord. And this is the sign unto you; ye shall find a babe wrapped in + swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the + angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Glory to God in the highest, + And on earth peace, + Good will toward men. +</pre> + <p> + And it came to pass, when the angels went away from them into heaven, the + shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see + this thing that is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. + And they came with haste, and found Mary and Joseph and the babe lying in + the manger. And when they saw it, they made known concerning the saying + which was spoken to them about this child. And all that heard it wondered + at the things which were spoken unto them by the shepherds. But Mary kept + all these sayings, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned + glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and + seen, even as it was spoken unto them. + </p> + <p> + And when eight days were fulfilled his name was called + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + JESUS +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + V. THE TELLTALE TILE* + </h2> + <h3> + * From "Kristy's Queer Christmas," Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1904. + </h3> + <p> + OLIVE THORNE MILLER + </p> + <p> + It begins with a bit of gossip of a neighbour who had come in to see Miss + Bennett, and was telling her about a family who had lately moved into the + place and were in serious trouble. "And they do say she'll have to go to + the poorhouse," she ended. + </p> + <p> + "To the poorhouse! how dreadful! And the children, too?" and Miss Bennett + shuddered. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; unless somebody'll adopt them, and that's not very likely. Well, I + must go," the visitor went on, rising. "I wish I could do something for + her, but, with my houseful of children, I've got use for every penny I can + rake and scrape." + </p> + <p> + "I'm sure I have, with only myself," said Miss Bennett, as she closed the + door. "I'm sure I have," she repeated to herself as she resumed her + knitting; "it's as much as I can do to make ends meet, scrimping as I do, + not to speak of laying up a cent for sickness and old age." + </p> + <p> + "But the poorhouse!" she said again. "I wish I could help her!" and the + needles flew in and out, in and out, faster than ever, as she turned this + over in her mind. "I might give up something," she said at last, "though I + don't know what, unless—unless," she said slowly, thinking of her + one luxury, "unless I give up my tea, and it don't seem as if I COULD do + that." + </p> + <p> + Some time the thought worked in her mind, and finally she resolved to make + the sacrifice of her only indulgence for six months, and send the money to + her suffering neighbour, Mrs. Stanley, though she had never seen her, and + she had only heard she was in want. + </p> + <p> + How much of a sacrifice that was you can hardly guess, you, Kristy, who + have so many luxuries. + </p> + <p> + That evening Mrs. Stanley was surprised by a small gift of money "from a + friend," as was said on the envelope containing it. + </p> + <p> + "Who sent it?" she asked, from the bed where she was lying. + </p> + <p> + "Miss Bennett told me not to tell," said the boy, unconscious that he had + already told. + </p> + <p> + The next day Miss Bennett sat at the window knitting, as usual—for + her constant contribution to the poor fund of the church was a certain + number of stockings and mittens—when she saw a young girl coming up + to the door of the cottage. + </p> + <p> + "Who can that be?" she said to herself. "I never saw her before. Come in!" + she called; in answer to a knock. The girl entered, and walked up to Miss + Bennett. + </p> + <p> + "Are you Miss Bennett?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Miss Bennett with an amused smile. + </p> + <p> + "Well, I'm Hetty Stanley." + </p> + <p> + Miss Bennett started, and her colour grew a little brighter. + </p> + <p> + "I'm glad to see you, Hetty." she said, "won't you sit down?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you please," said Hetty, taking a chair near her. + </p> + <p> + "I came to tell you how much we love you for—" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, don't! don't say any more!" interrupted Miss Bennett; "never mind + that! Tell me about your mother and your baby brother." + </p> + <p> + This was an interesting subject, and they talked earnestly about it. The + time passed so quickly that, before she knew it, she had been in the house + an hour. When she went away Miss Bennett asked her to come again, a thing + she had never been known to do before, for she was not fond of young + people in general. + </p> + <p> + "But, then, Hetty's different," she said to herself, when wondering at her + own interest. + </p> + <p> + "Did you thank kind Miss Bennett?" was her mother's question as Hetty + opened the door. + </p> + <p> + Hetty stopped as if struck, "Why, no! I don't think I did." + </p> + <p> + "And stayed so long, too? Whatever did you do? I've heard she isn't fond + of people generally." + </p> + <p> + "We talked; and—I think she's ever so nice. She asked me to come + again; may I?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course you may, if she cares to have you. I should be glad to do + something to please her." + </p> + <p> + That visit of Hetty's was the first of a long series. Almost every day she + found her way to the lonely cottage, where a visitor rarely came, and a + strange intimacy grew up between the old and the young. Hetty learned of + her friend to knit, and many an hour they spent knitting while Miss + Bennett ransacked her memory for stories to tell. And then, one day, she + brought down from a big chest in the garret two of the books she used to + have when she was young, and let Hetty look at them. + </p> + <p> + One was "Thaddeus of Warsaw," and the other "Scottish Chiefs." Poor Hetty + had not the dozens of books you have, and these were treasures indeed. She + read them to herself, and she read them aloud to Miss Bennett, who, much + to her own surprise, found her interest almost as eager as Hetty's. + </p> + <p> + All this time Christmas was drawing near, and strange, unusual feelings + began to stir in Miss Bennett's heart, though generally she did not think + much about that happy time. She wanted to make Hetty a happy day. Money + she had none, so she went into the garret, where her youthful treasures + had long been hidden. From the chest from which she had taken the books + she now took a small box of light-coloured wood, with a transferred + engraving on the cover. With a sigh—for the sight of it brought up + old memories—Miss Bennett lifted the cover by its loop of ribbon, + took out a package of old letters, and went downstairs with the box, + taking also a few bits of bright silk from a bundle in the chest. + </p> + <p> + "I can fit it up for a workbox," she said, "and I'm sure Hetty will like + it." + </p> + <p> + For many days after this Miss Bennett had her secret work, which she + carefully hid when she saw Hetty coming. Slowly, in this way, she made a + pretty needle-book, a tiny pincushion, and an emery bag like a big + strawberry. Then from her own scanty stock she added needles, pins, + thread, and her only pair of small scissors, scoured to the last extreme + of brightness. + </p> + <p> + One thing only she had to buy—a thimble, and that she bought for a + penny, of brass so bright it was quite as handsome as gold. + </p> + <p> + Very pretty the little box looked when full; in the bottom lay a quilted + lining, which had always been there, and upon this the fittings she had + made. Besides this, Miss Bennett knit a pair of mittens for each of + Hetty's brothers and sisters. + </p> + <p> + The happiest girl in town on Christmas morning was Hetty Stanley. To begin + with, she had the delight of giving the mittens to the children, and when + she ran over to tell Miss Bennett how pleased they were, she was surprised + by the present of the odd little workbox and its pretty contents. + </p> + <p> + Christmas was over all too soon, and New Year's, and it was about the + middle of January that the time came which, all her life, Miss Bennett had + dreaded—the time when she should be helpless. She had not money + enough to hire a girl, and so the only thing she could imagine when that + day should come was her special horror—the poorhouse. + </p> + <p> + But that good deed of hers had already borne fruit, and was still bearing. + When Hetty came over one day, and found her dear friend lying on the floor + as if dead, she was dreadfully frightened, of course, but she ran after + the neighbours and the doctor, and bustled about the house as if she + belonged to it. + </p> + <p> + Miss Bennett was not dead—she had a slight stroke of paralysis; and + though she was soon better, and would be able to talk, and probably to + knit, and possibly to get about the house, she would never be able to live + alone and do everything for herself, as she had done. + </p> + <p> + So the doctor told the neighbours who came in to help, and so Hetty heard, + as she listened eagerly for news. + </p> + <p> + "Of course she can't live here any longer; she'll have to go to a + hospital," said one woman. + </p> + <p> + "Or to the poorhouse, more likely," said another. + </p> + <p> + "She'll hate that," said the first speaker. "I've heard her shudder over + the poorhouse." + </p> + <p> + "She shall never go there!" declared Hetty, with blazing eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Hoity-toity! who's to prevent?" asked the second speaker, turning a look + of disdain on Hetty. + </p> + <p> + "I am," was the fearless answer. "I know all Miss Bennett's ways, and I + can take care of her, and I will," went on Hetty indignantly; and turning + suddenly, she was surprised to find Miss Bennett's eyes fixed on her with + an eager, questioning look. + </p> + <p> + "There! she understands! she's better!" cried Hetty. "Mayn't I stay and + take care of you, dear Miss Bennett?" she asked, running up to the bed. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you may," interrupted the doctor, seeing the look in his patient's + face; "but you mustn't agitate her now. And now, my good women"—turning + to the others—"I think she can get along with her young friend here, + whom I happen to know is a womanly young girl, and will be attentive and + careful." + </p> + <p> + They took the hint and went away, and the doctor gave directions to Hetty + what to do, telling her she must not leave Miss Bennett. So she was now + regularly installed as nurse and housekeeper. + </p> + <p> + Days and weeks rolled by. Miss Bennett was able to be up in her chair, to + talk and knit, and to walk about the house, but was not able to be left + alone. Indeed, she had a horror of being left alone; she could not bear + Hetty out of her sight, and Hetty's mother was very willing to spare her, + for she had many mouths to fill. + </p> + <p> + To provide food for two out of what had been scrimping for one was a + problem; but Miss Bennett ate very little, and she did not resume her tea + so they managed to get along and not really suffer. + </p> + <p> + One day Hetty sat by the fire with her precious box on her knee, which she + was putting to rights for the twentieth time. The box was empty, and her + sharp young eyes noticed a little dust on the silk lining. + </p> + <p> + "I think I'll take this out and dust it," she said to Miss Bennett, "if + you don't mind." + </p> + <p> + "Do as you like with it," answered Miss Bennett; "it is yours." + </p> + <p> + So she carefully lifted the silk, which stuck a little. + </p> + <p> + "Why, here's something under it," she said—"an old paper, and it has + writing on." + </p> + <p> + "Bring it to me," said Miss Bennett; "perhaps it's a letter I have + forgotten." + </p> + <p> + Hetty brought it. + </p> + <p> + "Why, it's father's writing!" said Miss Bennett, looking closely at the + faded paper; "and what can it mean? I never saw it before. It says, 'Look, + and ye shall find'—that's a Bible text. And what is this under it? + 'A word to the wise is sufficient.' I don't understand—he must have + put it there himself, for I never took that lining out—I thought it + was fastened. What can it mean?" and she pondered over it long, and all + day seemed absent-minded. + </p> + <p> + After tea, when they sat before the kitchen fire, as they always did, with + only the firelight flickering and dancing on the walls while they knitted, + or told stories, or talked, she told Hetty about her father: that they had + lived comfortably in this house, which he built, and that everybody + supposed that he had plenty of money, and would leave enough to take care + of his only child, but that when he died suddenly nothing had been found, + and nothing ever had been, from that day to this. + </p> + <p> + "Part of the place I let to John Thompson, Hetty, and that rent is all I + have to live on. I don't know what makes me think of old times so + to-night." + </p> + <p> + "I know," said Hetty; "it's that paper, and I know what it reminds me of," + she suddenly shouted, in a way very unusual with her. "It's that tile over + there," and she jumped up and ran to the side of the fireplace, and put + her hand on the tile she meant. + </p> + <p> + On each side of the fireplace was a row of tiles. They were Bible + subjects, and Miss Bennett had often told Hetty the story of each one, and + also the stories she used to make up about them when she was young. The + one Hetty had her hand on now bore the picture of a woman standing before + a closed door, and below her the words of the yellow bit of paper: "Look, + and ye shall find." + </p> + <p> + "I always felt there was something different about that," said Hetty + eagerly, "and you know you told me your father talked to you about it—about + what to seek in the world when he was gone away, and other things." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, so he did," said Miss Bennett thoughtfully; "come to think of it, he + said a great deal about it, and in a meaning way. I don't understand it," + she said slowly, turning it over in her mind. + </p> + <p> + "I do!" cried Hetty, enthusiastically. "I believe you are to seek here! I + believe it's loose!" and she tried to shake it. "It IS loose!" she cried + excitedly. "Oh, Miss Bennett, may I take it out?" + </p> + <p> + Miss Bennett had turned deadly pale. "Yes," she gasped, hardly knowing + what she expected, or dared to hope. + </p> + <p> + A sudden push from Hetty's strong fingers, and the tile slipped out at one + side and fell to the floor. Behind it was an opening into the brickwork. + Hetty thrust in her hand. + </p> + <p> + "There's something in there!" she said in an awed tone. + </p> + <p> + "A light!" said Miss Bennett hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + There was not a candle in the house, but Hetty seized a brand from the + fire, and held it up and looked in. + </p> + <p> + "It looks like bags—tied up," she cried. "Oh, come here yourself!" + </p> + <p> + The old woman hobbled over and thrust her hand into the hole, bringing out + what was once a bag, but which crumpled to pieces in her hands, and with + it—oh, wonder!—a handful of gold pieces, which fell with a + jingle on the hearth, and rolled every way. + </p> + <p> + "My father's money! Oh, Hetty!" was all she could say, and she seized a + chair to keep from falling, while Hetty was nearly wild, and talked like a + crazy person. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, goody! goody! now you can have things to eat! and we can have a + candle! and you won't have to go to the poorhouse!" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed, you dear child!" cried Miss Bennett who had found her voice. + "Thanks to you—you blessing!—I shall be comfortable now the + rest of my days. And you! oh! I shall never forget you! Through you has + everything good come to me." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, but you have been so good to me, dear Miss Bennett!" + </p> + <p> + "I should never have guessed it, you precious child! If it had not been + for your quickness I should have died and never found it." + </p> + <p> + "And if you hadn't given me the box, it might have rusted away in that + chest." + </p> + <p> + "Thank God for everything, child! Take money out of my purse and go buy a + candle. We need not save it for bread now. Oh, child!" she interrupted + herself, "do you know, we shall have everything we want to-morrow. Go! Go! + I want to see how much there is." + </p> + <p> + The candle bought, the gold was taken out and counted, and proved to be + more than enough to give Miss Bennett a comfortable income without + touching the principal. It was put back, and the tile replaced, as the + safest place to keep it till morning, when Miss Bennett intended to put it + into a bank. + </p> + <p> + But though they went to bed, there was not a wink of sleep for Miss + Bennett, for planning what she would do. There were a thousand things she + wanted to do first. To get clothes for Hetty, to brighten up the old + house, to hire a girl to relieve Hetty, so that the dear child should go + to school, to train her into a noble woman—all her old ambitions and + wishes for herself sprang into life for Hetty. For not a thought of her + future life was separate from Hetty. + </p> + <p> + In a very short time everything was changed in Miss Bennett's cottage. She + had publicly adopted Hetty, and announced her as her heir. A girl had been + installed in the kitchen, and Hetty, in pretty new clothes, had begun + school. Fresh paint inside and out, with many new comforts, made the old + house charming and bright. But nothing could change the pleasant and happy + relations between the two friends, and a more contented and cheerful + household could not be found anywhere. + </p> + <p> + Happiness is a wonderful doctor and Miss Bennett grew so much better, that + she could travel, and when Hetty had finished school days, they saw a + little of the world before they settled down to a quiet, useful life. + </p> + <p> + "Every comfort on earth I owe to you," said Hetty, one day, when Miss + Bennett had proposed some new thing to add to her enjoyment. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, dear Hetty! how much do I owe to you! But for you, I should, no + doubt, be at this moment a shivering pauper in that terrible poorhouse, + while some one else would be living in this dear old house. And it all + comes," she added softly, "of that one unselfish thought, of that one + self-denial for others." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VI. LITTLE GIRL'S CHRISTMAS + </h2> + <h3> + WINNIFRED E. LINCOLN + </h3> + <p> + It was Christmas Eve, and Little Girl had just hung up her stocking by the + fireplace—right where it would be all ready for Santa when he + slipped down the chimney. She knew he was coming, because—well, + because it was Christmas Eve, and because he always had come to leave + gifts for her on all the other Christmas Eves that she could remember, and + because she had seen his pictures everywhere down town that afternoon when + she was out with Mother. + </p> + <p> + Still, she wasn't JUST satisfied. 'Way down in her heart she was a little + uncertain—you see, when you have never really and truly seen a + person with your very own eyes, it's hard to feel as if you exactly + believed in him—even though that person always has left beautiful + gifts for you every time he has come. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, he'll come," said Little Girl; "I just know he will be here before + morning, but somehow I wish—" + </p> + <p> + "Well, what do you wish?" said a Tiny Voice close by her—so close + that Little Girl fairly jumped when she heard it. + </p> + <p> + "Why, I wish I could SEE Santa myself. I'd just like to go and see his + house and his workshop, and ride in his sleigh, and know Mrs. Santa—'twould + be such fun, and then I'd KNOW for sure." + </p> + <p> + "Why don't you go, then?" said Tiny Voice. "It's easy enough. Just try on + these Shoes, and take this Light in your hand, and you'll find your way + all right." + </p> + <p> + So Little Girl looked down on the hearth, and there were two cunning + little Shoes side by side, and a little Spark of a Light close to them—just + as if they were all made out of one of the glowing coals of the wood-fire. + Such cunning Shoes as they were—Little Girl could hardly wait to + pull off her slippers and try them on. They looked as if they were too + small, but they weren't—they fitted exactly right, and just as + Little Girl had put them both on and had taken the Light in her hand, + along came a little Breath of Wind, and away she went up the chimney, + along with ever so many other little Sparks, past the Soot Fairies, and + out into the Open Air, where Jack Frost and the Star Beams were all busy + at work making the world look pretty for Christmas. + </p> + <p> + Away went Little Girl—Two Shoes, Bright Light, and all—higher + and higher, until she looked like a wee bit of a star up in the sky. It + was the funniest thing, but she seemed to know the way perfectly, and + didn't have to stop to make inquiries anywhere. You see it was a straight + road all the way, and when one doesn't have to think about turning to the + right or the left, it makes things very much easier. Pretty soon Little + Girl noticed that there was a bright light all around her—oh, a very + bright light—and right away something down in her heart began to + make her feel very happy indeed. She didn't know that the Christmas + spirits and little Christmas fairies were all around her and even right + inside her, because she couldn't see a single one of them, even though her + eyes were very bright and could usually see a great deal. + </p> + <p> + But that was just it, and Little Girl felt as if she wanted to laugh and + sing and be glad. It made her remember the Sick Boy who lived next door, + and she said to herself that she would carry him one of her prettiest + picture-books in the morning, so that he could have something to make him + happy all day. By and by, when the bright light all around her had grown + very, very much brighter, Little Girl saw a path right in front of her, + all straight and trim, leading up a hill to a big, big house with ever and + ever so many windows in it. When she had gone just a bit nearer, she saw + candles in every window, red and green and yellow ones, and every one + burning brightly, so Little Girl knew right away that these were Christmas + candles to light her on her journey, and make the way dear for her, and + something told her that this was Santa's house, and that pretty soon she + would perhaps see Santa himself. + </p> + <p> + Just as she neared the steps and before she could possibly have had time + to ring the bell, the door opened—opened of itself as wide as could + be—and there stood—not Santa himself—don't think it—but + a funny Little Man with slender little legs and a roly-poly stomach which + shook every now and then when he laughed. You would have known right away, + just as Little Girl knew, that he was a very happy little man, and you + would have guessed right away, too, that the reason he was so roly-poly + was because he laughed and chuckled and smiled all the time—for it's + only sour, cross folks who are thin and skimpy. Quick as a wink, he pulled + off his little peaked red cap, smiled the broadest kind of a smile, and + said, "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Come in! Come in!" + </p> + <p> + So in went Little Girl, holding fast to Little Man's hand, and when she + was really inside there was the jolliest, reddest fire all glowing and + snapping, and there were Little Man and all his brothers and sisters, who + said their names were "Merry Christmas," and "Good Cheer," and ever so + many other jolly-sounding things, and there were such a lot of them that + Little Girl just knew she never could count them, no matter how long she + tried. + </p> + <p> + All around her were bundles and boxes and piles of toys and games, and + Little Girl knew that these were all ready and waiting to be loaded into + Santa's big sleigh for his reindeer to whirl them away over cloudtops and + snowdrifts to the little people down below who had left their stockings + all ready for him. Pretty soon all the little Good Cheer Brothers began to + hurry and bustle and carry out the bundles as fast as they could to the + steps where Little Girl could hear the jingling bells and the stamping of + hoofs. So Little Girl picked up some bundles and skipped along too, for + she wanted to help a bit herself—it's no fun whatever at Christmas + unless you can help, you know—and there in the yard stood the + BIGGEST sleigh that Little Girl had ever seen, and the reindeer were all + stamping and prancing and jingling the bells on their harnesses, because + they were so eager to be on their way to the Earth once more. + </p> + <p> + She could hardly wait for Santa to come, and just as she had begun to + wonder where he was, the door opened again and out came a whole forest of + Christmas trees, at least it looked just as if a whole forest had started + out for a walk somewhere, but a second glance showed Little Girl that + there were thousands of Christmas sprites, and that each one carried a + tree or a big Christmas wreath on his back. Behind them all, she could + hear some one laughing loudly, and talking in a big, jovial voice that + sounded as if he were good friends with the whole world. + </p> + <p> + And straightway she knew that Santa himself was coming. Little Girl's + heart went pit-a-pat for a minute while she wondered if Santa would notice + her, but she didn't have to wonder long, for he spied her at once and + said: + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! who's this? and where did you come from?" + </p> + <p> + Little Girl thought perhaps she might be afraid to answer him, but she + wasn't one bit afraid. You see he had such a kind little twinkle in his + eyes that she felt happy right away as she replied, "Oh, I'm Little Girl, + and I wanted so much to see Santa that I just came, and here I am!" + </p> + <p> + "Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!" laughed Santa, "and here you are! Wanted to see + Santa, did you, and so you came! Now that's very nice, and it's too bad + I'm in such a hurry, for we should like nothing better than to show you + about and give you a real good time. But you see it is quarter of twelve + now, and I must be on my way at once, else I'll never reach that first + chimney-top by midnight. I'd call Mrs. Santa and ask her to get you some + supper, but she is busy finishing dolls' clothes which must be done before + morning, and I guess we'd better not bother her. Is there anything that + you would like, Little Girl?" and good old Santa put his big warm hand on + Little Girl's curls and she felt its warmth and kindness clear down to her + very heart. You see, my dears, that even though Santa was in such a great + hurry, he wasn't too busy to stop and make some one happy for a minute, + even if it was some one no bigger than Little Girl. + </p> + <p> + So she smiled back into Santa's face and said: "Oh, Santa, if I could ONLY + ride down to Earth with you behind those splendid reindeer! I'd love to + go; won't you PLEASE take me? I'm so small that I won't take up much room + on the seat, and I'll keep very still and not bother one bit!" + </p> + <p> + Then Santa laughed, SUCH a laugh, big and loud and rollicking, and he + said, "Wants a ride, does she? Well, well, shall we take her, Little + Elves? Shall we take her, Little Fairies? Shall we take her, Good + Reindeer?" + </p> + <p> + And all the Little Elves hopped and skipped and brought Little Girl a + sprig of holly; and all the Little Fairies bowed and smiled and brought + her a bit of mistletoe; and all the Good Reindeer jingled their bells + loudly, which meant, "Oh, yes! let's take her! She's a good Little Girl! + Let her ride!" And before Little Girl could even think, she found herself + all tucked up in the big fur robes beside Santa, and away they went, right + out into the air, over the clouds, through the Milky Way, and right under + the very handle of the Big Dipper, on, on, toward the Earthland, whose + lights Little Girl began to see twinkling away down below her. Presently + she felt the runners scrape upon something, and she knew they must be on + some one's roof, and that Santa would slip down some one's chimney in a + minute. + </p> + <p> + How she wanted to go, too! You see if you had never been down a chimney + and seen Santa fill up the stockings, you would want to go quite as much + as Little Girl did, now, wouldn't you? So, just as Little Girl was wishing + as hard as ever she could wish, she heard a Tiny Voice say, "Hold tight to + his arm! Hold tight to his arm!" So she held Santa's arm tight and close, + and he shouldered his pack, never thinking that it was heavier than usual, + and with a bound and a slide, there they were, Santa, Little Girl, pack + and all, right in the middle of a room where there was a fireplace and + stockings all hung up for Santa to fill. + </p> + <p> + Just then Santa noticed Little Girl. He had forgotten all about her for a + minute, and he was very much surprised to find that she had come, too. + "Bless my soul!" he said, "where did you come from, Little Girl? and how + in the world can we both get back up that chimney again? It's easy enough + to slide down, but it's quite another matter to climb up again!" and Santa + looked real worried. But Little Girl was beginning to feel very tired by + this time, for she had had a very exciting evening, so she said, "Oh, + never mind me, Santa. I've had such a good time, and I'd just as soon stay + here a while as not. I believe I'll curl up on his hearth-rug a few + minutes and have a little nap, for it looks as warm and cozy as our own + hearth-rug at home, and—why, it is our own hearth and it's my own + nursery, for there is Teddy Bear in his chair where I leave him every + night, and there's Bunny Cat curled up on his cushion in the corner." + </p> + <p> + And Little Girl turned to thank Santa and say goodbye to him, but either + he had gone very quickly, or else she had fallen asleep very quickly—she + never could tell which—for the next thing she knew, Daddy was + holding her in his arms and was saying, "What is my Little Girl doing + here? She must go to bed, for it's Christmas Eve, and old Santa won't come + if he thinks there are any little folks about." + </p> + <p> + But Little Girl knew better than that, and when she began to tell him all + about it, and how the Christmas fairies had welcomed her, and how Santa + had given her such a fine ride, Daddy laughed and laughed, and said, + "You've been dreaming, Little Girl, you've been dreaming." + </p> + <p> + But Little Girl knew better than that, too, for there on the hearth was + the little Black Coal, which had given her Two Shoes and Bright Light, and + tight in her hand she held a holly berry which one of the Christmas + Sprites had placed there. More than all that, there she was on the + hearth-rug herself, just as Santa had left her, and that was the best + proof of all. + </p> + <p> + The trouble was, Daddy himself had never been a Little Girl, so he + couldn't tell anything about it, but we know she hadn't been dreaming, + now, don't we, my dears? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VII. "A CHRISTMAS MATINEE"* + </h2> + <h3> + *This story was first published in the Youth's Companion, vol. 74. + </h3> + <p> + MRS. M.A.L. LANE + </p> + <p> + It was the day before Christmas in the year 189-. Snow was falling heavily + in the streets of Boston, but the crowd of shoppers seemed undiminished. + As the storm increased, groups gathered at the corners and in sheltering + doorways to wait for belated cars; but the holiday cheer was in the air, + and there was no grumbling. Mothers dragging tired children through the + slush of the streets; pretty girls hurrying home for the holidays; here + and there a harassed-looking man with perhaps a single package which he + had taken a whole morning to select—all had the same spirit of + tolerant good-humor. + </p> + <p> + "School Street! School Street!" called the conductor of an electric car. A + group of young people at the farther end of the car started to their feet. + One of them, a young man wearing a heavy fur-trimmed coat, addressed the + conductor angrily. + </p> + <p> + "I said, 'Music Hall,' didn't I?" he demanded. "Now we've got to walk back + in the snow because of your stupidity!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, never mind, Frank!" one of the girls interposed. "We ought to have + been looking out ourselves! Six of us, and we went by without a thought! + It is all Mrs. Tirrell's fault! She shouldn't have been so entertaining!" + </p> + <p> + The young matron dimpled and blushed. "That's charming of you, Maidie," + she said, gathering up her silk skirts as she prepared to step down into + the pond before her. "The compliment makes up for the blame. But how it + snows!" + </p> + <p> + "It doesn't matter. We all have gaiters on," returned Maidie Williams, + undisturbed. + </p> + <p> + "Fares, please!" said the conductor stolidly. + </p> + <p> + Frank Armstrong thrust his gloved hand deep into his pocket with angry + vehemence. "There's your money," he said, "and be quick about the change, + will you? We've lost time enough!" + </p> + <p> + The man counted out the change with stiff, red fingers, closed his lips + firmly as if to keep back an obvious rejoinder, rang up the six fares with + careful accuracy, and gave the signal to go ahead. The car went on into + the drifting storm. + </p> + <p> + Armstrong laughed shortly as he rapidly counted the bits of silver lying + in his open palm. He turned instinctively, but two or three cars were + already between him and the one he was looking for. + </p> + <p> + "The fellow must be an imbecile," he said, rejoining the group on the + crossing. "He's given me back a dollar and twenty cents, and I handed him + a dollar bill." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, can't you stop him?" cried Maidie Williams, with a backward step into + the wet street. + </p> + <p> + The Harvard junior, who was carrying her umbrella, protested: "What's the + use. Miss Williams? He'll make it up before he gets to Scollay Square, you + may be sure. Those chaps don't lose anything. Why, the other day, I gave + one a quarter and he went off as cool as you please. 'Where's my change?' + said I. 'You gave me a nickel,' said he. And there wasn't anybody to swear + that I didn't except myself, and I didn't count." + </p> + <p> + "But that doesn't make any difference," insisted the girl warmly. "Because + one conductor was dishonest, we needn't be. I beg your pardon, Frank, but + it does seem to me just stealing." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, come along!" said her cousin, with an easy laugh. "I guess the West + End Corporation won't go without their dinners to-morrow. Here, Maidie, + here's the ill-gotten fifty cents. <i>I</i> think you ought to treat us + all after the concert; still, I won't urge you. I wash my hands of all + responsibility. But I do wish you hadn't such an unpleasant conscience." + </p> + <p> + Maidie flushed under the sting of his cousinly rudeness, but she went on + quietly with the rest. It was evident that any attempt to overtake the car + was out of the question. + </p> + <p> + "Did you notice his number, Frank?" she asked, suddenly. + </p> + <p> + "No, I never thought of it" said Frank, stopping short. "However, I + probably shouldn't make any complaint if I had. I shall forget all about + it tomorrow. I find it's never safe to let the sun go down on my wrath. + It's very likely not to be there the next day." + </p> + <p> + "I wasn't thinking of making a complaint," said Maidie; but the two young + men were enjoying the small joke too much to notice what she said. + </p> + <p> + The great doorway of Music Hall was just ahead. In a moment the party were + within its friendly shelter, stamping off the snow. The girls were + adjusting veils and hats with adroit feminine touches; the pretty chaperon + was beaming approval upon them, and the young men were taking off their + wet overcoats, when Maidie turned again in sudden desperation. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Harris," she said, rather faintly, for she did not like to make + herself disagreeable, "do you suppose that car comes right back from + Scollay Square?" + </p> + <p> + "What car?" asked Walter Harris, blankly. "Oh, the one we came in? Yes, I + suppose it does. They're running all the time, anyway. Why, you are not + sick, are you, Miss Williams?" + </p> + <p> + There was genuine concern in his tone. This girl, with her sweet, vibrant + voice, her clear gray eyes, seemed very charming to him. She wasn't + beautiful, perhaps, but she was the kind of girl he liked. There was a + steady earnestness in the gray eyes that made him think of his mother. + </p> + <p> + "No," said Maidie, slowly. "I'm all right, thank you. But I wish I could + find that man again. I know sometimes they have to make it up if their + accounts are wrong, and I couldn't—we couldn't feel very comfortable—" + </p> + <p> + Frank Armstrong interrupted her. "Maidie," he said, with the studied + calmness with which one speaks to an unreasonable child, "you are + perfectly absurd. Here it is within five minutes of the tune for the + concert to begin. It is impossible to tell when that car is coming back. + You are making us all very uncomfortable. Mrs. Tirrell, won't you please + tell her not to spoil our afternoon?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he's right, Maidie," said Mrs. Tirrell. "It's very nice of you to + feel so sorry for the poor man, but he really was very careless. It was + all his own fault. And just think how far he made us walk! My feet are + quite damp. We ought to go in directly or we shall all take cold, and I'm + sure you wouldn't like that, my dear." + </p> + <p> + She led the way as she spoke, the two girls and young Armstrong following. + Maidie hesitated. It was so easy to go in, to forget everything in the + light and warmth and excitement. + </p> + <p> + "No," said she, very firmly, and as much to herself as to the young man + who stood waiting for her. "I must go back and try to make it right. I'm + so sorry, Mr. Harris, but if you will tell them—" + </p> + <p> + "Why, I'm going with you, of course" said the young fellow, impulsively. + "If I'd only looked once at the man I'd go alone, but I shouldn't know him + from Adam." + </p> + <p> + Maidie laughed. "Oh, I don't want to lose the whole concert, Mr. Harris, + and Frank, has all the tickets. You must go after them and try to make my + peace. I'll come just as soon as I can. Don't wait for me, please. If + you'll come and look for me here the first number, and not let them scold + me too much—" She ended with an imploring little catch in her breath + that was almost a sob. + </p> + <p> + "They sha'n't say a word, Miss Williams!" cried Walter Harris, with honest + admiration in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + But she was gone already, and conscious that further delay was only making + matters worse, he went on into the hall. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the car swung heavily along the wet rails on its way to the + turning-point. It was nearly empty now. An old gentleman and his nurse + were the only occupants. Jim Stevens, the conductor, had stepped inside + the car. + </p> + <p> + "Too bad I forgot those young people wanted to get off at Music Hall," he + was thinking to himself. "I don't see how I came to do it. That chap + looked as if he wanted to complain of me, and I don't know as I blame him. + I'd have said I was sorry if he hadn't been so sharp with his tongue. I + hope he won't complain just now. 'Twould be a pretty bad time for me to + get into trouble, with Mary and the baby both sick. I'm too sleepy to be + good for much, that's a fact. Sitting up three nights running takes hold + of a fellow somehow when he's at work all day. The rent's paid, that's one + thing, if it hasn't left me but half a dollar to my name. Hullo!" He was + struck by a sudden distinct recollection of the coins he had returned. + "Why, I gave him fifty cents too much!" + </p> + <p> + He glanced up at the dial which indicated the fares and began to count the + change in his pocket. He knew exactly how much money he had had at the + beginning of the trip. He counted carefully. Then he plunged his hand into + the heavy canvas pocket of his coat. Perhaps he had half a dollar there. + No, it was empty! + </p> + <p> + He faced the fact reluctantly. Fifty cents short, ten fares! Gone into the + pocket of the young gentleman with the fur collar! The conductor's hand + shook as he put the money back in his pocket. It meant—what did it + mean? He drew a long breath. + </p> + <p> + Christmas Eve! A dark dreary little room upstairs in a noisy tenement + house. A pale, thin woman on a shabby lounge vainly trying to quiet a + fretful child. The child is thin and pale, too, with a hard, racking + cough. There is a small fire in the stove, a very small fire; coal is so + high. The medicine stands on the shelf. "Medicine won't do much good," the + doctor had said; "he needs beef and cream." + </p> + <p> + Jim's heart sank at the thought. He could almost hear the baby asking; + "Isn't papa coming soon? Isn't he, mamma?" + </p> + <p> + "Poor little kid!" Jim said, softly, under his breath. "And I shan't have + a thing to take home to him; nor Mary's violets, either. It'll be the + first Christmas that ever happened. I suppose that chap would think it was + ridiculous for me to be buying violets. He wouldn't understand what the + flowers mean to Mary. Perhaps he didn't notice I gave him too much. That + kind don't know how much they have. They just pull it out as if it was + newspaper." + </p> + <p> + The conductor went out into the snow to help the nurse, who was assisting + the old gentleman to the ground. Then the car swung on again. Jim turned + up the collar of his coat about his ears and stamped his feet. There was + the florist's shop where he had meant to buy the violets, and the toy-shop + was just around the corner. + </p> + <p> + A thought flashed across his tired brain. "Plenty of men would do it; they + do it every day. Nobody ever would be the poorer for it. This car will be + crowded going home. I needn't ring in every fare; nobody could tell. But + Mary! She wouldn't touch those violets if she knew. And she'd know. I'd + have to tell her. I couldn't keep it from her, she's that quick." + </p> + <p> + He jumped off to adjust the trolley with a curious sense of unreality. It + couldn't be that he was really going home this Christmas Eve with empty + hands. Well, they must all suffer together for his carelessness. It was + his own fault, but it was hard. And he was so tired! + </p> + <p> + To his amazement he found his eyes were blurred as he watched the people + crowding into the car. What? Was he going to cry like a baby—he, a + great burly man of thirty years? + </p> + <p> + "It's no use," he thought. "I couldn't do it. The first time I gave Mary + violets was the night she said she'd marry me. I told her then I'd do my + best to make her proud of me. I guess she wouldn't be very proud of a man + who could cheat. She'd rather starve than have a ribbon she couldn't pay + for." + </p> + <p> + He rang up a dozen fares with a steady hand. The temptation was over. Six + more strokes—then nine without a falter. He even imagined the bell + rang more distinctly than usual, even encouragingly. The car stopped. Jim + flung the door open with a triumphant sweep of his arm. He felt ready to + face the world. But the baby—his arm dropped. It was hard. + </p> + <p> + He turned to help the young girl who was waiting at the step. Through the + whirling snow he saw her eager face, with a quick recognition lighting the + steady eyes, and wondered dimly, as he stood with his hand on the + signal-strap, where he could have seen her before. + </p> + <p> + He knew immediately. + </p> + <p> + "There was a mistake," she said, with a shy tremor in her voice. "You gave + us too much change and here it is." She held out to Jim the piece of + silver which had given him such an unhappy quarter of an hour. + </p> + <p> + He took it like one dazed. Would the young lady think he was crazy to care + so much about so small a coin? He must say something. "Thank you, miss," + he stammered as well as he could. "You see, I thought it was gone—and + there's the baby—and it's Christmas Eve—and my wife's sick—and + you can't understand—" + </p> + <p> + It certainly was not remarkable that she couldn't. + </p> + <p> + "But I do," she said, simply. "I was afraid of that. And I thought perhaps + there was a baby, so I brought my Christmas present for her," and + something else dropped into Jim's cold hand. + </p> + <p> + "What you waiting for?" shouted the motorman from the front platform. The + girl had disappeared in the snow. + </p> + <p> + Jim rang the bell to go ahead, and gazed again at the two shining half + dollars in his hand. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't have a chance to tell her," he explained to his wife late in the + evening, as he sat in a tiny rocking-chair several sizes too small for + him, "that the baby wasn't a her at all, though if I thought he'd grow up + into such a lovely one as she is, I don't know but I almost wish he was." + </p> + <p> + "Poor Jim!" said Mary, with a little laugh as she put up her hand to + stroke his rough cheek. "I guess you're tired." + </p> + <p> + "And I should say," he added, stretching out his long legs toward the few + red sparks in the bottom of the grate, "I should say she had tears in her + eyes, too, but I was that near crying myself I couldn't be sure." + </p> + <p> + The little room was sweet with the odour of English violets. Asleep in the + bed lay the boy, a toy horse clasped close to his breast. + </p> + <p> + "Bless her heart!" said Mary, softly. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Miss Williams," said Walter Harris, as he sprang to meet a + snow-covered figure coming swiftly along the sidewalk. "I can see that you + found him. You've lost the first number, but they won't scold you—not + this time." + </p> + <p> + The girl turned a radiant face upon him. "Thank you," she said, shaking + the snowy crystals from her skirt. "I don't care now if they do. I should + have lost more than that if I had stayed." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + VIII. TOINETTE AND THE ELVES* + </h2> + <h3> + * Published by arrangement with Little, Brown & Co. + </h3> + <p> + SUSAN COOLIDGE + </p> + <p> + The winter's sun was nearing the horizon's edge. Each moment the tree + shadows grew longer in the forest; each moment the crimson light on the + upper boughs became more red and bright. It was Christmas Eve, or would be + in half an hour, when the sun should be fairly set; but it did not feel + like Christmas, for the afternoon was mild and sweet, and the wind in the + leafless boughs sang, as it moved about, as though to imitate the vanished + birds. Soft trills and whistles, odd little shakes and twitters—it + was astonishing what pretty noises the wind made, for it was in good + humor, as winds should be on the Blessed Night; all its storm-tones and + bass-notes were for the moment laid aside, and gently as though hushing a + baby to sleep, it cooed and rustled and brushed to and fro in the leafless + woods. + </p> + <p> + Toinette stood, pitcher in hand, beside the well. "Wishing Well," the + people called it, for they believed that if any one standing there bowed + to the East, repeated a certain rhyme and wished a wish, the wish would + certainly come true. Unluckily, nobody knew exactly what the rhyme should + be. Toinette did not; she was wishing that she did, as she stood with her + eyes fixed on the bubbling water. How nice it would be! she thought. What + beautiful things should be hers, if it were only to wish and to have. She + would be beautiful, rich, good—oh, so good. The children should love + her dearly, and never be disagreeable. Mother should not work so hard—they + should all go back to France—which mother said was si belle. Oh, + dear, how nice it would be. Meantime, the sun sank lower, and mother at + home was waiting for the water, but Toinette forgot that. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly she started. A low sound of crying met her ear, and something + like a tiny moan. It seemed close by but she saw nothing. + </p> + <p> + Hastily she filled her pitcher and turned to go. But again the sound came, + an unmistakable sob, right under her feet. Toinette stopped short. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" she called out bravely. "Is anybody there? and if + there is, why don't I see you?" + </p> + <p> + A third sob—and all at once, down on the ground beside her, a tiny + figure became visible, so small that Toinette had to kneel and stoop her + head to see it plainly. The figure was that of an odd little man. He wore + a garb of green bright and glancing as the scales of a beetle. In his mite + of a hand was a cap, out of which stuck a long pointed feather. Two specks + of tears stood on his cheeks and he fixed on Toinette a glance so sharp + and so sad that it made her feel sorry and frightened and confused all at + once. + </p> + <p> + "Why how funny this is!" she said, speaking to herself out loud. + </p> + <p> + "Not at all," replied the little man, in a voice as dry and crisp as the + chirr of a grasshopper. "Anything but funny. I wish you wouldn't use such + words. It hurts my feelings, Toinette." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know my name, then?" cried Toinette, astonished. "That's strange. + But what is the matter? Why are you crying so, little man?" + </p> + <p> + "I'm not a little man. I'm an elf," responded the dry voice; "and I think + you'd cry if you had an engagement out to tea, and found yourself spiked + on a great bayonet, so that you couldn't move an inch. Look!" He turned a + little as he spoke and Toinette saw a long rose-thorn sticking through the + back of the green robe. The little man could by no means reach the thorn, + and it held him fast prisoner to the place. + </p> + <p> + "Is that all? I'll take it out for you," she said. + </p> + <p> + "Be careful—oh, be careful," entreated the little man. "This is my + new dress, you know—my Christmas suit, and it's got to last a year. + If there is a hole in it, Peascod will tickle me and Bean Blossom tease, + till I shall wish myself dead." He stamped with vexation at the thought. + </p> + <p> + "Now, you mustn't do that," said Toinette, in a motherly tone, "else + you'll tear it yourself, you know." She broke off the thorn as she spoke, + and gently drew it out. The elf anxiously examined the stuff. A tiny + puncture only was visible and his face brightened. + </p> + <p> + "You're a good child," he said. "I'll do as much for you some day, + perhaps." + </p> + <p> + "I would have come before if I had seen you," remarked Toinette, timidly. + "But I didn't see you a bit." + </p> + <p> + "No, because I had my cap on," cried the elf. He placed it on his head as + he spoke, and hey, presto! nobody was there, only a voice which laughed + and said: "Well—don't stare so. Lay your finger on me now." + </p> + <p> + "Oh," said Toinette, with a gasp. "How wonderful. What fun it must be to + do that. The children wouldn't see me. I should steal in and surprise + them; they would go on talking, and never guess that I was there. I should + so like it. Do elves ever lend their caps to anybody? I wish you'd lend me + yours. It must be so nice to be invisible." + </p> + <p> + "Ho," cried the elf, appearing suddenly again. "Lend my cap, indeed! Why + it wouldn't stay on the very tip of your ear, it's so small. As for nice, + that depends. Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't. No, the only way + for mortal people to be invisible is to gather the fern-seed and put it in + their shoes." + </p> + <p> + "Gather it? Where? I never saw any seed to the ferns," said Toinette, + staring about her. + </p> + <p> + "Of course not—we elves take care of that," replied the little man. + "Nobody finds the fern-seed but ourselves. I'll tell you what, though. You + were such a nice child to take out the thorn so cleverly, that I'll give + you a little of the seed. Then you can try the fun of being invisible, to + your heart's content." + </p> + <p> + "Will you really? How delightful. May I have it now?" + </p> + <p> + "Bless me. Do you think I carry my pockets stuffed with it?" said the elf. + "Not at all. Go home, say not a word to any one, but leave your bedroom + window open to night, and you'll see what you'll see." + </p> + <p> + He laid his finger on his nose as he spoke, gave a jump like a + grasshopper, clapping on his cap as he went, and vanished. Toinette + lingered a moment, in hopes that he might come back, then took her pitcher + and hurried home. The woods were very dusky by this time; but full of her + strange adventures, she did not remember to feel afraid. + </p> + <p> + "How long you have been," said her mother. "It's late for a little maid + like you to be up. You must make better speed another time, my child." + </p> + <p> + Toinette pouted as she was apt to do when reproved. The children clamoured + to know what had kept her, and she spoke pettishly and crossly; so that + they too became cross, and presently went away into the outer kitchen to + play by themselves. The children were apt to creep away when Toinette + came. It made her angry and unhappy at times that they should do so, but + she did not realize that it was in great part her own fault, and so did + not set herself to mend it. + </p> + <p> + "Tell me a 'tory," said baby Jeanneton, creeping to her knee a little + later. But Toinette's head was full of the elf; she had no time to spare + for Jeanneton. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, not to-night," she replied. "Ask mother to tell you one." + </p> + <p> + "Mother's busy," said Jeanneton wistfully. + </p> + <p> + Toinette took no notice and the little one crept away disconsolately. + </p> + <p> + Bedtime at last. Toinette set the casement open, and lay a long time + waiting and watching; then she fell asleep. She waked with a sneeze and + jump and sat up in bed. Behold, on the coverlet stood her elfin friend, + with a long train of other elves beside him, all clad in the beetle-wing + green, and wearing little pointed caps. More were coming in at the window; + outside a few were drifting about in the moon rays, which lit their + sparkling robes till they glittered like so many fireflies. The odd thing + was, that though the caps were on, Toinette could see the elves distinctly + and this surprised her so much, that again she thought out loud and said, + "How funny." + </p> + <p> + "You mean about the caps," replied her special elf, who seemed to have the + power of reading thought. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you can see us to-night, caps and all. Spells lose their value on + Christmas Eve, always. Peascod, where is the box? Do you still wish to try + the experiment of being invisible, Toinette?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes—indeed I do." + </p> + <p> + "Very well; so let it be." + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he beckoned, and two elves puffing and panting like little men + with a heavy load, dragged forward a droll little box about the size of a + pumpkin-seed. + </p> + <p> + One of them lifted the cover. + </p> + <p> + "Pay the porter, please, ma'am," he said giving Toinette's ear a + mischievous tweak with his sharp fingers. + </p> + <p> + "Hands off, you bad Peascod!" cried Toinette's elf. "This is my girl. She + shan't be pinched!" He dealt Peascod a blow with his tiny hand as he spoke + and looked so brave and warlike that he seemed at least an inch taller + than he had before. Toinette admired him very much; and Peascod slunk away + with an abashed giggle muttering that Thistle needn't be so ready with his + fist. + </p> + <p> + Thistle—for thus, it seemed, Toinette's friend was named—dipped + his fingers in the box, which was full of fine brown seeds, and shook a + handful into each of Toinette's shoes, as they stood, toes together by the + bedside. + </p> + <p> + "Now you have your wish," he said, "and can go about and do what you like, + no one seeing. The charm will end at sunset. Make the most of it while you + can; but if you want to end it sooner, shake the seeds from the shoes and + then you are just as usual." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I shan't want to," protested Toinette; "I'm sure I shan't." + </p> + <p> + "Good-bye," said Thistle, with a mocking little laugh. + </p> + <p> + "Good-bye, and thank you ever so much," replied Toinette. + </p> + <p> + "Good-bye, good-bye," replied the other elves, in shrill chorus. They + clustered together, as if in consultation; then straight out of the window + they flew like a swarm of gauzy-winged bees, and melted into the + moonlight. Toinette jumped up and ran to watch them but the little men + were gone—not a trace of them was to be seen; so she shut the + window, went back to bed and presently in the midst of her amazed and + excited thoughts fell asleep. + </p> + <p> + She waked in the morning, with a queer, doubtful feeling. Had she dreamed, + or had it really happened? She put on her best petticoat and laced her + blue bodice; for she thought the mother would perhaps take them across the + wood to the little chapel for the Christmas service. Her long hair + smoothed and tied, her shoes trimly fastened, downstairs she ran. The + mother was stirring porridge over the fire. Toinette went close to her, + but she did not move or turn her head. + </p> + <p> + "How late the children are," she said at last, lifting the boiling pot on + the hob. Then she went to the stair-foot and called, "Marc, Jeanneton, + Pierre, Marie. Breakfast is ready, my children. Toinette—but where, + then, is Toinette? She is used to be down long before this." + </p> + <p> + "Toinette isn't upstairs," said Marie from above. + </p> + <p> + "Her door is wide open, and she isn't there." + </p> + <p> + "That is strange," said the mother. "I have been here an hour, and she has + not passed this way since." She went to the outer door and called, + "Toinette! Toinette!" passing close to Toinette as she did so. And looking + straight at her with unseeing eyes. Toinette, half frightened, half + pleased, giggled low to herself. She really was invisible, then. How + strange it seemed and what fun it was going to be. + </p> + <p> + The children sat down to breakfast, little Jeanneton, as the youngest, + saying grace. The mother distributed the porridge and gave each a spoon + but she looked anxious. + </p> + <p> + "Where can Toinette have gone?" she said to herself. Toinette was + conscious-pricked. She was half inclined to dispel the charm on the spot. + But just then she caught a whisper from Pierre to Marc which so surprised + her as to put the idea out of her head. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps a wolf has eaten her up—a great big wolf like the 'Capuchon + Rouge,' you know." This was what Pierre said; and Marc answered + unfeelingly: + </p> + <p> + "If he has, I shall ask mother to let me have her room for my own." + </p> + <p> + Poor Toinette, her cheeks burned and her eyes filled with tears at this. + Didn't the boys love her a bit then? Next she grew angry, and longed to + box Marc's ears, only she recollected in time that she was invisible. What + a bad boy he was, she thought. + </p> + <p> + The smoking porridge reminded her that she was hungry; so brushing away + the tears she slipped a spoon off the table and whenever she found the + chance, dipped it into the bowl for a mouthful. The porridge disappeared + rapidly. + </p> + <p> + "I want some more," said Jeanneton. + </p> + <p> + "Bless me, how fast you have eaten," said the mother, turning to the bowl. + </p> + <p> + This made Toinette laugh, which shook her spoon, and a drop of the hot + mixture fell right on the tip of Marie's nose as she sat with upturned + face waiting her turn for a second helping. Marie gave a little scream. + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" said the mother. + </p> + <p> + "Hot water! Right in my face!" sputtered Marie. + </p> + <p> + "Water!" cried Marc. "It's porridge." + </p> + <p> + "You spattered with your spoon. Eat more carefully, my child," said the + mother, and Toinette laughed again as she heard her. After all, there was + some fun in being invisible. + </p> + <p> + The morning went by. Constantly the mother went to the door, and, shading + her eyes with her hand, looked out, in hopes of seeing a little figure + come down the wood-path, for she thought perhaps the child went to the + spring after water, and fell asleep there. The children played happily, + meanwhile. They were used to doing without Toinette and did not seem to + miss her, except that now and then baby Jeanneton said: "Poor Toinette + gone—not here—all gone." + </p> + <p> + "Well, what if she has?" said Marc at last looking up from the wooden cup + he was carving for Marie's doll. "We can play all the better." + </p> + <p> + Marc was a bold, outspoken boy, who always told his whole mind about + things. + </p> + <p> + "If she were here," he went on," she'd only scold and interfere. Toinette + almost always scolds. I like to have her go away. It makes it pleasanter." + </p> + <p> + "It is rather pleasanter," admitted Marie, "only I'd like her to be having + a nice time somewhere else." + </p> + <p> + "Bother about Toinette," cried Pierre. + </p> + <p> + "Let's play 'My godmother has cabbage to sell.'" + </p> + <p> + I don't think Toinette had ever felt so unhappy in her life, as when she + stood by unseen, and heard the children say these words. She had never + meant to be unkind to them, but she was quick-tempered, dreamy, wrapped up + in herself. She did not like being interrupted by them, it put her out, + and she spoke sharply and was cross. She had taken it for granted that the + others must love her, by a sort of right, and the knowledge that they did + not grieved over very much. Creeping away, she hid herself in the woods. + It was a sparkling day, but the sun did not look so bright as usual. + Cuddled down under a rosebush, Toinette sat sobbing as if her heart would + break at the recollection of the speeches she had overheard. + </p> + <p> + By and by a little voice within her woke up and began to make itself + audible. All of us know this little voice. We call it conscience. + </p> + <p> + "Jeanneton missed me," she thought. "And, oh, dear! I pushed her away only + last night and wouldn't tell her a story. And Marie hoped I was having a + pleasant time somewhere. I wish I hadn't slapped Marie last Friday. And I + wish I hadn't thrown Marc's ball into the fire that day I was angry with + him. How unkind he was to say that—but I wasn't always kind to him. + And once I said that I wished a bear would eat Pierre up. That was because + he broke my cup. Oh, dear, oh, dear. What a bad girl I've been to them + all." + </p> + <p> + "But you could be better and kinder if you tried, couldn't you?" said the + inward voice. "I think you could." + </p> + <p> + And Toinette clasped her hands tight and said out loud: "I could. Yes—and + I will." + </p> + <p> + The first thing to be done was to get rid of the fern-seed which she now + regarded as a hateful thing. She untied her shoes and shook it out in the + grass. It dropped and seemed to melt into the air, for it instantly + vanished. A mischievous laugh sounded close behind, and a beetle-green + coat-tail was visible whisking under a tuft of rushes. But Toinette had + had enough of the elves, and, tying her shoes, took the road toward home, + running with all her might. + </p> + <p> + "Where have you been all day, Toinette?" cried the children, as, + breathless and panting, she flew in at the gate. But Toinette could not + speak. She made slowly for her mother, who stood in the doorway, flung + herself into her arms and burst into a passion of tears. + </p> + <p> + "Ma cherie, what is it, whence hast thou come?" asked the good mother + alarmed. She lifted Toinette into her arms as she spoke, and hastened + indoors. The other children followed, whispering and peeping, but the + mother sent them away, and sitting down by the fire with Toinette in her + lap, she rocked and hushed and comforted, as though Toinette had been + again a little baby. Gradually the sobs ceased. For a while Toinette lay + quiet, with her head on her mother's breast. Then she wiped her wet eyes, + put her arms around her mother's neck, and told her all from the very + beginning, keeping not a single thing back. The dame listened with alarm. + </p> + <p> + "Saints protect us," she muttered. Then feeling Toinette's hands and head, + "Thou hast a fever," she said. "I will make thee a tisane, my darling, and + thou must at once go to bed." Toinette vainly protested; to bed she went + and perhaps it was the wisest thing, for the warm drink threw her into a + long sound sleep and when she woke she was herself again, bright and well, + hungry for dinner, and ready to do her usual tasks. + </p> + <p> + Herself—but not quite the same Toinette that she had been before. + Nobody changes from bad to better in a minute. It takes time for that, + time and effort, and a long struggle with evil habits and tempers. But + there is sometimes a certain minute or day in which people begin to + change, and thus it was with Toinette. The fairy lesson was not lost upon + her. She began to fight with herself, to watch her faults and try to + conquer them. It was hard work; often she felt discouraged, but she kept + on. Week after week and month after month she grew less selfish, kinder, + more obliging than she used to be. When she failed and her old fractious + temper got the better of her, she was sorry and begged every one's pardon + so humbly that they could not but forgive. The mother began to think that + the elves really had bewitched her child. As for the children they learned + to love Toinette as never before, and came to her with all their pains and + pleasures, as children should to a kind older sister. Each fresh proof of + this, every kiss from Jeanneton, every confidence from Marc, was a comfort + to Toinette, for she never forgot Christmas Day, and felt that no trouble + was too much to wipe out that unhappy recollection. "I think they like me + better than they did then," she would say; but then the thought came, + "Perhaps if I were invisible again, if they did not know I was there, I + might hear something to make me feel as badly as I did that morning." + These sad thoughts were part of the bitter fruit of the fairy fern-seed. + </p> + <p> + So with doubts and fears the year went by, and again it was Christmas Eve. + Toinette had been asleep some hours when she was roused by a sharp tapping + at the window pane. Startled, and only half awake, she sat up in bed and + saw by the moonlight a tiny figure outside which she recognized. It was + Thistle drumming with his knuckles on the glass. + </p> + <p> + "Let me in," cried the dry little voice. So Toinette opened the casement, + and Thistle flew in and perched as before on the coverlet. + </p> + <p> + "Merry Christmas, my girl." he said, "and a Happy New Year when it comes. + I've brought you a present;" and, dipping into a pouch tied round his + waist, he pulled out a handful of something brown. Toinette knew what it + was in a moment. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no," she cried shrinking back. "Don't give me any fern-seeds. They + frighten me. I don't like them." + </p> + <p> + "Don't be silly," said Thistle, his voice sounding kind this time, and + earnest. "It wasn't pleasant being invisible last year, but perhaps this + year it will be. Take my advice, and try it. You'll not be sorry." + </p> + <p> + "Sha'n't I?" said Toinette, brightening. "Very well, then, I will." She + leaned out of bed, and watched Thistle strew the fine dustlike grains in + each shoe. + </p> + <p> + "I'll drop in to-morrow night, and just see how you like it," he said. + Then, with a nod, he was gone. + </p> + <p> + The old fear came back when she woke in the morning, and she tied on her + shoes with a tremble at her heart. Downstairs she stole. The first thing + she saw was a wooden ship standing on her plate. Marc had made the ship, + but Toinette had no idea it was for her. + </p> + <p> + The little ones sat round the table with their eyes on the door, watching + till Toinette should come in and be surprised. + </p> + <p> + "I wish she'd hurry," said Pierre, drumming on his bowl with a spoon. + </p> + <p> + "We all want Toinette, don't we?" said the mother, smiling as she poured + the hot porridge. + </p> + <p> + "It will be fun to see her stare," declared Marc. + </p> + <p> + "Toinette is jolly when she stares. Her eyes look big and her cheeks grow + pink. Andre Brugen thinks his sister Aline is prettiest, but I don't. Our + Toinette is ever so pretty." + </p> + <p> + "She is ever so nice, too," said Pierre. "She's as good to play with as—as—a + boy," finished triumphantly. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I wish my Toinette would come," said Jeanneton. + </p> + <p> + Toinette waited no longer, but sped upstairs with glad tears in her eyes. + Two minutes, and down she came again visible this time. Her heart was + light as a feather. + </p> + <p> + "Merry Christmas!" clamoured the children. The ship was presented, + Toinette was duly surprised, and so the happy day began. + </p> + <p> + That night Toinette left the window open, and lay down in her clothes; for + she felt, as Thistle had been so kind, she ought to receive him politely. + He came at midnight, and with him all the other little men in green. + </p> + <p> + "Well, how was it?" asked Thistle. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I liked it this time," declared Toinette, with shining eyes, "and I + thank you so much." + </p> + <p> + "I'm glad you did," said the elf. "And I'm glad you are thankful, for we + want you to do something for us." + </p> + <p> + "What can it be?" inquired Toinette, wondering. + </p> + <p> + "You must know," went on Thistle, "that there is no dainty in the world + which we elves enjoy like a bowl of fern-seed broth. But it has to be + cooked over a real fire, and we dare not go near fire, you know, lest our + wings scorch. So we seldom get any fern-seed broth. Now, Toinette, will + you make us some?" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed, I will!" cried Toinette, "only you must tell me how." + </p> + <p> + "It is very simple," said Peascod; "only seed and honey dew, stirred from + left to right with a sprig of fennel. Here's the seed and the fennel, and + here's the dew. Be sure and stir from the left; if you don't, it curdles, + and the flavour will be spoiled." + </p> + <p> + Down into the kitchen they went, and Toinette, moving very softly, + quickened the fire, set on the smallest bowl she could find, and spread + the doll's table with the wooden saucers which Marc had made for Jeanneton + to play with. Then she mixed and stirred as the elves bade, and when the + soup was done, served it to them smoking hot. How they feasted! No + bumblebee, dipping into a flower-cup, ever sipped and twinkled more + rapturously than they. + </p> + <p> + When the last drop was eaten, they made ready to go. Each in turn kissed + Toinette's hand, and said a word of farewell. Thistle brushed his + feathered cap over the doorpost as he passed. + </p> + <p> + "Be lucky, house," he said, "for you have received and entertained the + luck-bringers. And be lucky, Toinette. Good temper is good luck, and sweet + words and kind looks and peace in the heart are the fairest of fortunes. + See that you never lose them again, my girl." With this, he, too, kissed + Toinette's hand, waved his feathered cap, and—whir! they all were + gone, while Toinette, covering the fire with ashes and putting aside the + little cups, stole up to her bed a happy child. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + IX. THE VOYAGE OF THE WEE RED CAP + </h2> + <p> + *Published originally in the Outlook. Reprinted here by arrangement with + the author. + </p> + <p> + RUTH SAWYER DURAND + </p> + <p> + It was the night of St. Stephen, and Teig sat alone by his fire with + naught in his cupboard but a pinch of tea and a bare mixing of meal, and a + heart inside of him as soft and warm as the ice on the water-bucket + outside the door. The tuft was near burnt on the hearth—a handful of + golden cinders left, just; and Teig took to counting them greedily on his + fingers. + </p> + <p> + "There's one, two, three, an' four an' five," he laughed. "Faith, there be + more bits o' real gold hid undther the loose clay in the corner." + </p> + <p> + It was the truth; and it was the scraping and scrooching for the last + piece that had left Teig's cupboard bare of a Christmas dinner. + </p> + <p> + "Gold is betther nor eatin' an' dthrinkin'. An' if ye have naught to give, + there'll be naught asked of ye;" and he laughed again. + </p> + <p> + He was thinking of the neighbours, and the doles of food and piggins of + milk that would pass over their thresholds that night to the vagabonds and + paupers who were sure to come begging. And on the heels of that thought + followed another: who would be giving old Barney his dinner? Barney lived + a stone's throw from Teig, alone, in a wee tumbled-in cabin; and for a + score of years past Teig had stood on the doorstep every Christmas Eve, + and, making a hollow of his two hands, had called across the road: + </p> + <p> + "Hey, there, Barney, will ye come over for a sup?" + </p> + <p> + And Barney had reached for his crutches—there being but one leg to + him—and had come. + </p> + <p> + "Faith," said Teig, trying another laugh, "Barney can fast for the once; + 'twill be all the same in a month's time." And he fell to thinking of the + gold again. A knock came at the door. Teig pulled himself down in his + chair where the shadow would cover him, and held his tongue. + </p> + <p> + "Teig, Teig!" It was the widow O'Donnelly's voice. "If ye are there, open + your door. I have not got the pay for the spriggin' this month, an' the + childher are needin' food." + </p> + <p> + But Teig put the leash on his tongue, and never stirred till he heard the + tramp of her feet going on to the next cabin. Then he saw to it that the + door was tight-barred. Another knock came, and it was a stranger's voice + this time: + </p> + <p> + "The other cabins are filled; not one but has its hearth crowded; will ye + take us in—the two of us? The wind bites mortal sharp, not a morsel + o' food have ne tasted this day. Masther, will ye take us in?" + </p> + <p> + But Teig sat on, a-holding his tongue; and the tramp of the strangers' + feet passed down the road. Others took their place—small feet, + running. It was the miller's wee Cassie, and she called out as she ran by. + </p> + <p> + "Old Barney's watchin' for ye. Ye'll not be forgettin' him, will ye, + Teig?" + </p> + <p> + And then the child broke into a song, sweet and clear, as she passed down + the road: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Listen all ye, 'tis the Feast o' St. Stephen, + Mind that ye keep it, this holy even. + Open your door an' greet ye the stranger— + For ye mind that the wee Lord had naught but a manger. + Mhuire as truagh! + + "Feed ye the hungry an' rest ye the weary, + This ye must do for the sake of Our Mary. + 'Tis well that ye mind—ye who sit by the fire— + That the Lord he was born in a dark and cold byre. + Mhuire as truagh!" +</pre> + <p> + Teig put his fingers deep in his ears. "A million murdthering curses on + them that won't let me be! Can't a man try to keep what is his without + bein' pesthered by them that has only idled an' wasted their days?" + </p> + <p> + And then the strange thing happened: hundreds and hundreds of wee lights + began dancing outside the window, making the room bright; the hands of the + clock began chasing each other round the dial, and the bolt of the door + drew itself out. Slowly, without a creak or a cringe, the door opened, and + in there trooped a crowd of the Good People. Their wee green cloaks were + folded close about them, and each carried a rush candle. + </p> + <p> + Teig was filled with a great wonderment, entirely, when he saw the + fairies, but when they saw him they laughed. + </p> + <p> + "We are takin' the loan o' your cabin this night, Teig," said they. "Ye + are the only man hereabout with an empty hearth, an' we're needin' one." + </p> + <p> + Without saying more, they bustled about the room making ready. They + lengthened out the table and spread and set it; more of the Good People + trooped in, bringing stools and food and drink. The pipers came last, and + they sat themselves around the chimney-piece a-blowing their chanters and + trying the drones. The feasting began and the pipers played and never had + Teig seen such a sight in his life. Suddenly a wee man sang out: + </p> + <p> + "Clip, clap, clip, clap, I wish I had my wee red cap!" And out of the air + there tumbled the neatest cap Teig ever laid his two eyes on. The wee man + clapped it on his head, crying: + </p> + <p> + "I wish I was in Spain!" and—whist—up the chimney he went, and + away out of sight. + </p> + <p> + It happened just as I am telling it. Another wee man called for his cap, + and away he went after the first. And then another and another until the + room was empty and Teig sat alone again. + </p> + <p> + "By my soul," said Teig, "I'd like to thravel that way myself! It's a + grand savin' of tickets an' baggage; an' ye get to a place before ye've + had time to change your mind. Faith there is no harm done if I thry it." + </p> + <p> + So he sang the fairies' rhyme and out of the air dropped a wee cap for + him. For a moment the wonder had him, but the next he was clapping the cap + on his head and crying: + </p> + <p> + "Spain!" + </p> + <p> + Then—whist—up the chimney he went after the fairies, and + before he had time to let out his breath he was standing in the middle of + Spain, and strangeness all about him. + </p> + <p> + He was in a great city. The doorways of the houses were hung with flowers + and the air was warm and sweet with the smell of them. Torches burned + along the streets, sweetmeat-sellers went about crying their wares, and on + the steps of the cathedral crouched a crowd of beggars. + </p> + <p> + "What's the meanin' o' that?" asked Teig of one of the fairies. "They are + waiting for those that are hearing mass. When they come out, they give + half of what they have to those that have nothing, so on this night of all + the year there shall be no hunger and no cold." + </p> + <p> + And then far down the street came the sound of a child's voice, singing: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Listen all ye, 'tis the Feast o' St. Stephen, + Mind that ye keep it, this holy even". +</pre> + <p> + "Curse it!" said Teig; "can a song fly afther ye?" + </p> + <p> + And then he heard the fairies cry "Holland!" and cried "Holland!" too. + </p> + <p> + In one leap he was over France, and another over Belgium; and with the + third he was standing by long ditches of water frozen fast, and over them + glided hundreds upon hundreds of lads and maids. Outside each door stood a + wee wooden shoe empty. Teig saw scores of them as he looked down the ditch + of a street. + </p> + <p> + "What is the meanin' o' those shoes? " he asked the fairies. + </p> + <p> + "Ye poor lad!" answered the wee man next to him; "are ye not knowing + anything? This is the Gift Night of the year, when every man gives to his + neighbour." + </p> + <p> + A child came to the window of one of the houses, and in her hand was a + lighted candle. She was singing as she put the light down close to the + glass, and Teig caught the words: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Open your door an' greet ye the stranger— + For ye mind that the wee Lord had naught but a manger. + Mhuire as truagh!" +</pre> + <p> + "'Tis the de'il's work!" cried Teig, and he set the red cap more firmly on + his head. + </p> + <p> + "I'm for another country." + </p> + <p> + I cannot be telling you a half of the adventures Teig had that night, nor + half the sights that he saw. But he passed by fields that held sheaves of + grain for the birds and doorsteps that held bowls of porridge for the wee + creatures. He saw lighted trees, sparkling and heavy with gifts; and he + stood outside the churches and watched the crowds pass in, bearing gifts + to the Holy Mother and Child. + </p> + <p> + At last the fairies straightened their caps and cried, "Now for the great + hall in the King of England's palace!" + </p> + <p> + Whist—and away they went, and Teig after them; and the first thing + he knew he was in London, not an arm's length from the King's throne. It + was a grander sight than he had seen in any other country. The hall was + filled entirely with lords and ladies; and the great doors were open for + the poor and the homeless to come in and warm themselves by the King's + fire and feast from the King's table. And many a hungry soul did the King + serve with his own hands. + </p> + <p> + Those that had anything to give gave it in return. It might be a bit of + music played on a harp or a pipe, or it might be a dance or a song; but + more often it was a wish, just, for good luck and safekeeping. + </p> + <p> + Teig was so taken up with the watching that he never heard the fairies + when they wished themselves on; moreover, he never saw the wee girl that + was fed, and went laughing away. But he heard a bit of her song as she + passed through the door: + </p> + <p> + "Feed ye the hungry an' rest ye the weary, This ye must do for the sake of + Our Mary." + </p> + <p> + Then the anger had Teig. "I'll stop your pestherin' tongue, once an' for + all time!" and, catching the cap from his head, he threw it after her. No + sooner was the cap gone than every soul in the hall saw him. The next + moment they were about him, catching at his coat and crying: + </p> + <p> + "Where is he from, what does he here? Bring him before the King!" And Teig + was dragged along by a hundred hands to the throne where the King sat. + </p> + <p> + "He was stealing food," cried one. + </p> + <p> + "He was robbing the King's jewels," cried another. + </p> + <p> + "He looks evil," cried a third. "Kill him!" + </p> + <p> + And in a moment all the voices took it up and the hall rang with: "Aye, + kill him, kill him!" + </p> + <p> + Teig's legs took to trembling, and fear put the leash on his tongue; but + after a long silence he managed to whisper: + </p> + <p> + "I have done evil to no one—no one!" + </p> + <p> + "Maybe," said the King; "but have ye done good? Come, tell us, have ye + given aught to any one this night? If ye have, we will pardon ye." + </p> + <p> + Not a word could Teig say—fear tightened the leash—for he was + knowing full well there was no good to him that night. + </p> + <p> + "Then ye must die," said the King. "Will ye try hanging or beheading?" + </p> + <p> + "Hanging, please, your Majesty," said Teig. + </p> + <p> + The guards came rushing up and carried him off. + </p> + <p> + But as he was crossing the threshold of the hall a thought sprang at him + and held him. + </p> + <p> + "Your Majesty," he called after him, "will ye grant me a last request?" + </p> + <p> + "I will," said the King. + </p> + <p> + "Thank ye. There's a wee red cap that I'm mortal fond of, and I lost it a + while ago; if I could be hung with it on, I would hang a deal more + comfortable." + </p> + <p> + The cap was found and brought to Teig. + </p> + <p> + "Clip, clap, clip, clap, for my wee red cap, I wish I was home," he sang. + </p> + <p> + Up and over the heads of the dumfounded guard he flew, and—whist—and + away out of sight. When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting dose by + his own hearth, with the fire burnt low. The hands of the clock were + still, the bolt was fixed firm in the door. The fairies' lights were gone, + and the only bright thing was the candle burning in old Barney's cabin + across the road. + </p> + <p> + A running of feet sounded outside, and then the snatch of a song + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "'Tis well that ye mind—ye who sit by the fire— + That the Lord he was born in a dark and cold byre. + Mhuire as traugh!" +</pre> + <p> + "Wait ye, whoever ye are!" and Teig was away to the corner, digging fast + at the loose clay, as a terrier digs at a bone. He filled his hands full + of the shining gold, then hurried to the door, unbarring it. + </p> + <p> + The miller's wee Cassie stood there, peering at him out of the darkness. + </p> + <p> + "Take those to the widow O'Donnelly, do ye hear? And take the rest to the + store. Ye tell Jamie to bring up all that he has that is eatable an' + dhrinkable; and to the neighbours ye say, 'Teig's keepin' the feast this + night.' Hurry now!" + </p> + <p> + Teig stopped a moment on the threshold until the tramp of her feet had + died away; then he made a hollow of his two hands and called across the + road: + </p> + <p> + "Hey there, Barney, will ye come over for a sup?" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + X. A STORY OF THE CHRIST-CHILD* + </h2> + <p> + *Reprinted by permission of the author from her collection, + "Christmastide," published by the Chicago Kindergarten College. + </p> + <p> + A German legend for Christmas Eve as told by + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH HARKISON + </p> + <p> + Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, on the night before Christmas, a + little child was wandering all alone through the streets of a great city. + There were many people on the street, fathers and mothers, sisters and + brothers, uncles and aunts, and even gray-haired grandfathers and + grandmothers, all of whom were hurrying home with bundles of presents for + each other and for their little ones. Fine carriages rolled by, express + wagons rattled past, even old carts were pressed into service, and all + things seemed in a hurry and glad with expectation of the coming Christmas + morning. + </p> + <p> + From some of the windows bright lights were already beginning to stream + until it was almost as bright as day. But the little child seemed to have + no home, and wandered about listlessly from street to street. No one took + any notice of him except perhaps Jack Frost, who bit his bare toes and + made the ends of his fingers tingle. The north wind, too, seemed to notice + the child, for it blew against him and pierced his ragged garments through + and through, causing him to shiver with cold. Home after home he passed, + looking with longing eyes through the windows, in upon the glad, happy + children, most of whom were helping to trim the Christmas trees for the + coming morrow. + </p> + <p> + "Surely," said the child to himself, "where there is so must gladness and + happiness, some of it may be for me." So with timid steps he approached a + large and handsome house. Through the windows, he could see a tall and + stately Christmas tree already lighted. Many presents hung upon it. Its + green boughs were trimmed with gold and silver ornaments. Slowly he + climbed up the broad steps and gently rapped at the door. It was opened by + a large man-servant. He had a kindly face, although his voice was deep and + gruff. He looked at the little child for a moment, then sadly shook his + head and said, "Go down off the steps. There is no room here for such as + you." He looked sorry as he spoke; possibly he remembered his own little + ones at home, and was glad that they were not out in this cold and bitter + night. Through the open door a bright light shone, and the warm air, + filled with fragrance of the Christmas pine, rushed out from the inner + room and greeted the little wanderer with a kiss. As the child turned back + into the cold and darkness, he wondered why the footman had spoken thus, + for surely, thought he, those little children would love to have another + companion join them in their joyous Christmas festival. But the little + children inside did not even know that he had knocked at the door. + </p> + <p> + The street grew colder and darker as the child passed on. He went sadly + forward, saying to himself, "Is there no one in all this great city who + will share the Christmas with me?" Farther and farther down the street he + wandered, to where the homes were not so large and beautiful. There seemed + to be little children inside of nearly all the houses. They were dancing + and frolicking about. Christmas trees could be seen in nearly every + window, with beautiful dolls and trumpets and picture-books and balls and + tops and other dainty toys hung upon them. In one window the child noticed + a little lamb made of soft white wool. Around its neck was tied a red + ribbon. It had evidently been hung on the tree for one of the children. + The little stranger stopped before this window and looked long and + earnestly at the beautiful things inside, but most of all was he drawn + toward the white lamb. At last creeping up to the window-pane, he gently + tapped upon it. A little girl came to the window and looked out into the + dark street where the snow had now begun to fall. She saw the child, but + she only frowned and shook her head and said, "Go away and come some other + time. We are too busy to take care of you now." Back into the dark, cold + streets he turned again. The wind was whirling past him and seemed to say, + "Hurry on, hurry on, we have no time to stop. 'Tis Christmas Eve and + everybody is in a hurry to-night." + </p> + <p> + Again and again the little child rapped softly at door or window-pane. At + each place he was refused admission. One mother feared he might have some + ugly disease which her darlings would catch; another father said he had + only enough for his own children and none to spare for beggars. Still + another told him to go home where he belonged, and not to trouble other + folks. + </p> + <p> + The hours passed; later grew the night, and colder grew the wind, and + darker seemed the street. Farther and farther the little one wandered. + There was scarcely any one left upon the street by this time, and the few + who remained did not seem to see the child, when suddenly ahead of him + there appeared a bright, single ray of light. It shone through the + darkness into the child's eyes. He looked up smilingly and said, "I will + go where the small light beckons, perhaps they will share their Christmas + with me." + </p> + <p> + Hurrying past all the other houses, he soon reached the end of the street + and went straight up to the window from which the light was streaming. It + was a poor, little, low house, but the child cared not for that. The light + seemed still to call him in. From what do you suppose the light came? + Nothing but a tallow candle which had been placed in an old cup with a + broken handle, in the window, as a glad token of Christmas Eve. There was + neither curtain nor shade to the small, square window and as the little + child looked in he saw standing upon a neat wooden table a branch of a + Christmas tree. The room was plainly furnished but it was very clean. Near + the fireplace sat a lovely faced mother with a little two-year-old on her + knee and an older child beside her. The two children were looking into + their mother's face and listening to a story. She must have been telling + them a Christmas story, I think. A few bright coals were burning in the + fireplace, and all seemed light and warm within. + </p> + <p> + The little wanderer crept closer and closer to the window-pane. So sweet + was the mother's face, so loving seemed the little children, that at last + he took courage and tapped gently, very gently on the door. The mother + stopped talking, the little children looked up. "What was that, mother?" + asked the little girl at her side. "I think it was some one tapping on the + door," replied the mother. "Run as quickly as you can and open it, dear, + for it is a bitter cold night to keep any one waiting in this storm." "Oh, + mother, I think it was the bough of the tree tapping against the + window-pane," said the little girl. "Do please go on with our story." + Again the little wanderer tapped upon the door. "My child, my child," + exclaimed the mother, rising, "that certainly was a rap on the door. Run + quickly and open it. No one must be left out in the cold on our beautiful + Christmas Eve." + </p> + <p> + The child ran to the door and threw it wide open. The mother saw the + ragged stranger standing without, cold and shivering, with bare head and + almost bare feet. She held out both hands and drew him into the warm, + bright room. "You poor, dear child," was all she said, and putting her + arms around him, she drew him close to her breast. "He is very cold, my + children," she exclaimed. "We must warm him." "And," added the little + girl, "we must love him and give him some of our Christmas, too." "Yes," + said the mother, "but first let us warm him—" + </p> + <p> + The mother sat down by the fire with the little child on her lap, and her + own little ones warmed his half-frozen hands in theirs. The mother + smoothed his tangled curls, and, bending low over his head, kissed the + child's face. She gathered the three little ones in her arms and the + candle and the fire light shone over them. For a moment the room was very + still. By and by the little girl said softly, to her mother, "May we not + light the Christmas tree, and let him see how beautiful it looks?" "Yes," + said the mother. With that she seated the child on a low stool beside the + fire, and went herself to fetch the few simple ornaments which from year + to year she had saved for her children's Christmas tree. They were soon so + busy that they did not notice the room had filled with a strange and + brilliant light. They turned and looked at the spot where the little + wanderer sat. His ragged clothes had changed to garments white and + beautiful; his tangled curls seemed like a halo of golden light about his + head; but most glorious of all was his face, which shone with a light so + dazzling that they could scarcely look upon it. + </p> + <p> + In silent wonder they gazed at the child. Their little room seemed to grow + larger and larger, until it was as wide as the whole world, the roof of + their low house seemed to expand and rise, until it reached to the sky. + </p> + <p> + With a sweet and gentle smile the wonderful child looked upon them for a + moment, and then slowly rose and floated through the air, above the + treetops, beyond the church spire, higher even than the clouds themselves, + until he appeared to them to be a shining star in the sky above. At last + he disappeared from sight. The astonished children turned in hushed awe to + their mother, and said in a whisper, "Oh, mother, it was the Christ-Child, + was it not?" And the mother answered in a low tone, "Yes." + </p> + <p> + And it is said, dear children, that each Christmas Eve the little + Christ-Child wanders through some town or village, and those who receive + him and take him into their homes and hearts have given to them this + marvellous vision which is denied to others. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XI. JIMMY SCARECROW'S CHRISTMAS + </h2> + <h3> + MARY E. WILKINS FREEMAN + </h3> + <p> + Jimmy Scarecrow led a sad life in the winter. Jimmy's greatest grief was + his lack of occupation. He liked to be useful, and in winter he was + absolutely of no use at all. + </p> + <p> + He wondered how many such miserable winters he would have to endure. He + was a young Scarecrow, and this was his first one. He was strongly made, + and although his wooden joints creaked a little when the wind blew he did + not grow in the least rickety. Every morning, when the wintry sun peered + like a hard yellow eye across the dry corn-stubble, Jimmy felt sad, but at + Christmas time his heart nearly broke. + </p> + <p> + On Christmas Eve Santa Claus came in his sledge heaped high with presents, + urging his team of reindeer across the field. He was on his way to the + farmhouse where Betsey lived with her Aunt Hannah. + </p> + <p> + Betsey was a very good little girl with very smooth yellow curls, and she + had a great many presents. Santa Claus had a large wax doll-baby for her + on his arm, tucked up against the fur collar of his coat. He was afraid to + trust it in the pack, lest it get broken. + </p> + <p> + When poor Jimmy Scarecrow saw Santa Claus his heart gave a great leap. + "Santa Claus! Here I am!" he cried out, but Santa Claus did not hear him. + </p> + <p> + "Santa Claus, please give me a little present. I was good all summer and + kept the crows out of the corn," pleaded the poor Scarecrow in his choking + voice, but Santa Claus passed by with a merry halloo and a great clamour + of bells. + </p> + <p> + Then Jimmy Scarecrow stood in the corn-stubble and shook with sobs until + his joints creaked. "I am of no use in the world, and everybody has + forgotten me," he moaned. But he was mistaken. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Betsey sat at the window holding her Christmas doll-baby, + and she looked out at Jimmy Scarecrow standing alone in the field amidst + the corn-stubble. + </p> + <p> + "Aunt Hannah?" said she. Aunt Hannah was making a crazy patchwork quilt, + and she frowned hard at a triangular piece of red silk and circular piece + of pink, wondering how to fit them together. "Well?" said she. + </p> + <p> + "Did Santa Claus bring the Scarecrow any Christmas present?" + </p> + <p> + "No, of course he didn't." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "Because he's a Scarecrow. Don't ask silly questions." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't like to be treated so, if I was a Scarecrow," said Betsey, but + her Aunt Hannah did not hear her. She was busy cutting a triangular snip + out of the round piece of pink silk so the piece of red silk could be + feather-stitched into it. + </p> + <p> + It was snowing hard out of doors, and the north wind blew. The Scarecrow's + poor old coat got whiter and whiter with snow. Sometimes he almost + vanished in the thick white storm. Aunt Hannah worked until the middle of + the afternoon on her crazy quilt. Then she got up and spread it out over + the sofa with an air of pride. + </p> + <p> + "There," said she, "that's done, and that makes the eighth. I've got one + for every bed in the house, and I've given four away. I'd give this away + if I knew of anybody that wanted it." + </p> + <p> + Aunt Hannah put on her hood and shawl, and drew some blue yarn stockings + on over her shoes, and set out through the snow to carry a slice of + plum-pudding to her sister Susan, who lived down the road. Half an hour + after Aunt Hannah had gone Betsey put her little red plaid shawl over her + head, and ran across the field to Jimmy Scarecrow. She carried her new + doll-baby smuggled up under her shawl. + </p> + <p> + "Wish you Merry Christmas!" she said to Jimmy Scarecrow. + </p> + <p> + "Wish you the same," said Jimmy, but his voice was choked with sobs, and + was also muffled, for his old hat had slipped down to his chin. Betsey + looked pitifully at the old hat fringed with icicles, like frozen tears, + and the old snow-laden coat. "I've brought you a Christmas present," said + she, and with that she tucked her doll-baby inside Jimmy Scarecrow's coat, + sticking its tiny feet into a pocket. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said Jimmy Scarecrow faintly. + </p> + <p> + "You're welcome," said she. "Keep her under your overcoat, so the snow + won't wet her, and she won't catch cold, she's delicate." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I will," said Jimmy Scarecrow, and he tried hard to bring one of his + stiff, outstretched arms around to clasp the doll-baby. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you feel cold in that old summer coat?" asked Betsey. + </p> + <p> + "If I bad a little exercise, I should be warm," he replied. But he + shivered, and the wind whistled through his rags. + </p> + <p> + "You wait a minute," said Betsey, and was off across the field. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Scarecrow stood in the corn-stubble, with the doll-baby under his + coat and waited, and soon Betsey was back again with Aunt Hannah's crazy + quilt trailing in the snow behind her. + </p> + <p> + "Here," said she, "here is something to keep you warm," and she folded the + crazy quilt around the Scarecrow and pinned it. + </p> + <p> + "Aunt Hannah wants to give it away if anybody wants it," she explained. + "She's got so many crazy quilts in the house now she doesn't know what to + do with them. Good-bye—be sure you keep the doll-baby covered up." + And with that she ran cross the field, and left Jimmy Scarecrow alone with + the crazy quilt and the doll-baby. + </p> + <p> + The bright flash of colours under Jimmy's hat-brim dazzled his eyes, and + he felt a little alarmed. "I hope this quilt is harmless if it IS crazy," + he said. But the quilt was warm, and he dismissed his fears. Soon the + doll-baby whimpered, but he creaked his joints a little, and that amused + it, and he heard it cooing inside his coat. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Scarecrow had never felt so happy in his life as he did for an hour + or so. But after that the snow began to turn to rain, and the crazy quilt + was soaked through and through: and not only that, but his coat and the + poor doll-baby. It cried pitifully for a while, and then it was still, and + he was afraid it was dead. + </p> + <p> + It grew very dark, and the rain fell in sheets, the snow melted, and Jimmy + Scarecrow stood halfway up his old boots in water. He was saying to + himself that the saddest hour of his life had come, when suddenly he again + heard Santa Claus' sleigh-bells and his merry voice talking to his + reindeer. It was after midnight, Christmas was over, and Santa was + hastening home to the North Pole. + </p> + <p> + "Santa Claus! dear Santa Claus!" cried Jimmy Scarecrow with a great sob, + and that time Santa Claus heard him and drew rein. + </p> + <p> + "Who's there?" he shouted out of the darkness. + </p> + <p> + "It's only me," replied the Scarecrow. + </p> + <p> + "Who's me?" shouted Santa Claus. + </p> + <p> + "Jimmy Scarecrow!" + </p> + <p> + Santa got out of his sledge and waded up. "Have you been standing here + ever since corn was ripe?" he asked pityingly, and Jimmy replied that he + had. + </p> + <p> + "What's that over your shoulders?" Santa Claus continued, holding up his + lantern. + </p> + <p> + "It's a crazy quilt." + </p> + <p> + "And what are you holding under your coat?" + </p> + <p> + "The doll-baby that Betsey gave me, and I'm afraid it's dead," poor Jimmy + Scarecrow sobbed. + </p> + <p> + "Nonsense!" cried Santa Claus. "Let me see it!" And with that he pulled + the doll-baby out from under the Scarecrow's coat, and patted its back, + and shook it a little, and it began to cry, and then to crow. "It's all + right," said Santa Claus. "This is the doll-baby I gave Betsey, and it is + not at all delicate. It went through the measles, and the chicken-pox, and + the mumps, and the whooping-cough, before it left the North Pole. Now get + into the sledge, Jimmy Scarecrow, and bring the doll-baby and the crazy + quilt. I have never had any quilts that weren't in their right minds at + the North Pole, but maybe I can cure this one. Get in!" Santa chirruped to + his reindeer, and they drew the sledge up close in a beautiful curve. + </p> + <p> + "Get in, Jimmy Scarecrow, and come with me to the North Pole!" he cried. + </p> + <p> + "Please, how long shall I stay?" asked Jimmy Scarecrow. + </p> + <p> + "Why, you are going to live with me," replied Santa Claus. "I've been + looking for a person like you for a long time." + </p> + <p> + "Are there any crows to scare away at the North Pole? I want to be + useful," Jimmy Scarecrow said, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Santa Claus, "but I don't want you to scare away crows. I + want you to scare away Arctic Explorers. I can keep you in work for a + thousand years, and scaring away Arctic Explorers from the North Pole is + much more important than scaring away crows from corn. Why, if they found + the Pole, there wouldn't be a piece an inch long left in a week's time, + and the earth would cave in like an apple without a core! They would + whittle it all to pieces, and carry it away in their pockets for + souvenirs. Come along; I am in a hurry." + </p> + <p> + "I will go on two conditions," said Jimmy. "First, I want to make a + present to Aunt Hannah and Betsey, next Christmas." + </p> + <p> + "You shall make them any present you choose. What else?" + </p> + <p> + "I want some way provided to scare the crows out of the corn next summer, + while I am away," said Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + "That is easily managed," said Santa Claus. "Just wait a minute." + </p> + <p> + Santa took his stylographic pen out of his pocket, went with his lantern + close to one of the fence-posts, and wrote these words upon it: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + NOTICE TO CROWS +</pre> + <p> + Whichever crow shall hereafter hop, fly, or flop into this field during + the absence of Jimmy Scarecrow, and therefrom purloin, steal, or abstract + corn, shall be instantly, in a twinkling and a trice, turned snow-white, + and be ever after a disgrace, a byword and a reproach to his whole race. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Per order of Santa Claus. +</pre> + <p> + "The corn will be safe now," said Santa Claus, "get in." Jimmy got into + the sledge and they flew away over the fields, out of sight, with merry + halloos and a great clamour of bells. + </p> + <p> + The next morning there was much surprise at the farmhouse, when Aunt + Hannah and Betsey looked out of the window and the Scarecrow was not in + the field holding out his stiff arms over the corn stubble. Betsey had + told Aunt Hannah she had given away the crazy quilt and the doll-baby, but + had been scolded very little. + </p> + <p> + "You must not give away anything of yours again without asking + permission," said Aunt Hannah. "And you have no right to give anything of + mine, even if you know I don't want it. Now both my pretty quilt and your + beautiful doll-baby are spoiled." + </p> + <p> + That was all Aunt Hannah had said. She thought she would send John after + the quilt and the doll-baby next morning as soon as it was light. + </p> + <p> + But Jimmy Scarecrow was gone, and the crazy quilt and the doll-baby with + him. John, the servant-man, searched everywhere, but not a trace of them + could he find. "They must have all blown away, mum," he said to Aunt + Hannah. + </p> + <p> + "We shall have to have another scarecrow next summer," said she. + </p> + <p> + But the next summer there was no need of a scarecrow, for not a crow came + past the fence-post on which Santa Claus had written his notice to crows. + The cornfield was never so beautiful, and not a single grain was stolen by + a crow, and everybody wondered at it, for they could not read the + crow-language in which Santa had written. + </p> + <p> + "It is a great mystery to me why the crows don't come into our cornfield, + when there is no scarecrow," said Aunt Hannah. + </p> + <p> + But she had a still greater mystery to solve when Christmas came round + again. Then she and Betsey had each a strange present. They found them in + the sitting-room on Christmas morning. Aunt Hannah's present was her old + crazy quilt, remodelled, with every piece cut square and true, and matched + exactly to its neighbour. + </p> + <p> + "Why, it's my old crazy quilt, but it isn't crazy now!" cried Aunt Hannah, + and her very spectacles seemed to glisten with amazement. + </p> + <p> + Betsey's present was her doll-baby of the Christmas before; but the doll + was a year older. She had grown an inch, and could walk and say, "mamma," + and "how do?" She was changed a good deal, but Betsey knew her at once. + "It's my doll-baby!" she cried, and snatched her up and kissed her. + </p> + <p> + But neither Aunt Hannah nor Betsey ever knew that the quilt and the doll + were Jimmy Scarecrow's Christmas presents to them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XII. WHY THE CHIMES RANG* + </h2> + <p> + * Copyright, 1906. Used by special permission of the publishers, the + Bobbs-Merrill Company. + </p> + <p> + RAYMOND MC ALDEN + </p> + <p> + There was once in a faraway country where few people have ever travelled, + a wonderful church. It stood on a high hill in the midst of a great city; + and every Sunday, as well as on sacred days like Christmas, thousands of + people climbed the hill to its great archways, looking like lines of ants + all moving in the same direction. + </p> + <p> + When you came to the building itself, you found stone columns and dark + passages, and a grand entrance leading to the main room of the church. + This room was so long that one standing at the doorway could scarcely see + to the other end, where the choir stood by the marble altar. In the + farthest corner was the organ; and this organ was so loud, that sometimes + when it played, the people for miles around would close their shutters and + prepare for a great thunderstorm. Altogether, no such church as this was + ever seen before, especially when it was lighted up for some festival, and + crowded with people, young and old. But the strangest thing about the + whole building was the wonderful chime of bells. + </p> + <p> + At one corner of the church was a great gray tower, with ivy growing over + it as far up as one could see. I say as far as one could see, because the + tower was quite great enough to fit the great church, and it rose so far + into the sky that it was only in very fair weather that any one claimed to + be able to see the top. Even then one could not be certain that it was in + sight. Up, and up, and up climbed the stones and the ivy; and as the men + who built the church had been dead for hundreds of years, every one had + forgotten how high the tower was supposed to be. + </p> + <p> + Now all the people knew that at the top of the tower was a chime of + Christmas bells. They had hung there ever since the church had been built, + and were the most beautiful bells in the world. Some thought it was + because a great musician had cast them and arranged them in their place; + others said it was because of the great height, which reached up where the + air was clearest and purest; however that might be no one who had ever + heard the chimes denied that they were the sweetest in the world. Some + described them as sounding like angels far up in the sky; others as + sounding like strange winds singing through the trees. + </p> + <p> + But the fact was that no one had heard them for years and years. There was + an old man living not far from the church who said that his mother had + spoken of hearing them when she was a little girl, and he was the only one + who was sure of as much as that. They were Christmas chimes, you see, and + were not meant to be played by men or on common days. It was the custom on + Christmas Eve for all the people to bring to the church their offerings to + the Christ-Child; and when the greatest and best offering was laid on the + altar there used to come sounding through the music of the choir the + Christmas chimes far up in the tower. Some said that the wind rang them, + and others, that they were so high that the angels could set them + swinging. But for many long years they had never been heard. It was said + that people had been growing less careful of their gifts for the + Christ-Child, and that no offering was brought great enough to deserve the + music of the chimes. + </p> + <p> + Every Christmas Eve the rich people still crowded to the altar, each one + trying to bring some better gift than any other, without giving anything + that he wanted for himself, and the church was crowded with those who + thought that perhaps the wonderful bells might be heard again. But + although the service was splendid, and the offerings plenty, only the roar + of the wind could be heard, far up in the stone tower. + </p> + <p> + Now, a number of miles from the city, in a little country village, where + nothing could be seen of the great church but glimpses of the tower when + the weather was fine, lived a boy named Pedro, and his little brother. + They knew very little about the Christmas chimes, but they had heard of + the service in the church on Christmas Eve, and had a secret plan which + they had often talked over when by themselves, to go to see the beautiful + celebration. + </p> + <p> + "Nobody can guess, Little Brother," Pedro would say; "all the fine things + there are to see and hear; and I have even heard it said that the + Christ-Child sometimes comes down to bless the service. What if we could + see Him?" + </p> + <p> + The day before Christmas was bitterly cold, with a few lonely snowflakes + flying in the air, and a hard white crust on the ground. Sure enough Pedro + and Little Brother were able to slip quietly away early in the afternoon; + and although the walking was hard in the frosty air, before nightfall they + had trudged so far, hand in hand, that they saw the lights of the big city + just ahead of them. Indeed they were about to enter one of the great gates + in the wall that surrounded it, when they saw something dark on the snow + near their path, and stepped aside to look at it. + </p> + <p> + It was a poor woman, who had fallen just outside the city, too sick and + tired to get in where she might have found shelter. The soft snow made of + a drift a sort of pillow for her, and she would soon be so sound asleep, + in the wintry air, that no one could ever waken her again. All this Pedro + saw in a moment and he knelt down beside her and tried to rouse her, even + tugging at her arm a little, as though he would have tried to carry her + away. He turned her face toward him, so that he could rub some of the snow + on it, and when he had looked at her silently a moment he stood up again, + and said: + </p> + <p> + "It's no use, Little Brother. You will have to go on alone." + </p> + <p> + "Alone?" cried Little Brother. "And you not see the Christmas festival?" + </p> + <p> + "No," said Pedro, and he could not keep back a bit of a choking sound in + his throat. "See this poor woman. Her face looks like the Madonna in the + chapel window, and she will freeze to death if nobody cares for her. Every + one has gone to the church now, but when you come back you can bring some + one to help her. I will rub her to keep her from freezing, and perhaps get + her to eat the bun that is left in my pocket." + </p> + <p> + "But I cannot bear to leave you, and go on alone," said Little Brother. + </p> + <p> + "Both of us need not miss the service," said Pedro, "and it had better be + I than you. You can easily find your way to church; and you must see and + hear everything twice, Little Brother—once for you and once for me. + I am sure the Christ-Child must know how I should love to come with you + and worship Him; and oh! if you get a chance, Little Brother, to slip up + to the altar without getting in any one's way, take this little silver + piece of mine, and lay it down for my offering, when no one is looking. Do + not forget where you have left me, and forgive me for not going with you." + </p> + <p> + In this way he hurried Little Brother off to the city and winked hard to + keep back the tears, as he heard the crunching footsteps sounding farther + and farther away in the twilight. It was pretty hard to lose the music and + splendour of the Christmas celebration that he had been planning for so + long, and spend the time instead in that lonely place in the snow. + </p> + <p> + The great church was a wonderful place that night. Every one said that it + had never looked so bright and beautiful before. When the organ played and + the thousands of people sang, the walls shook with the sound, and little + Pedro, away outside the city wall, felt the earth tremble around them. + </p> + <p> + At the close of the service came the procession with the offerings to be + laid on the altar. Rich men and great men marched proudly up to lay down + their gifts to the Christ-Child. Some brought wonderful jewels, some + baskets of gold so heavy that they could scarcely carry them down the + aisle. A great writer laid down a book that he had been making for years + and years. And last of all walked the king of the country, hoping with all + the rest to win for himself the chime of the Christmas bells. There went a + great murmur through the church as the people saw the king take from his + head the royal crown, all set with precious stones, and lay it gleaming on + the altar, as his offering to the Holy Child. "Surely," every one said, + "we shall hear the bells now, for nothing like this has ever happened + before." + </p> + <p> + But still only the cold old wind was heard in the tower and the people + shook their heads; and some of them said, as they had before, that they + never really believed the story of the chimes, and doubted if they ever + rang at all. + </p> + <p> + The procession was over, and the choir began the closing hymn. Suddenly + the organist stopped playing; and every one looked at the old minister, + who was standing by the altar, holding up his hand for silence. Not a + sound could be heard from any one in the church, but as all the people + strained their ears to listen, there came softly, but distinctly, swinging + through the air, the sound of the chimes in the tower. So far away, and + yet so clear the music seemed—so much sweeter were the notes than + anything that had been heard before, rising and falling away up there in + the sky, that the people in the church sat for a moment as still as though + something held each of them by the shoulders. Then they all stood up + together and stared straight at the altar, to see what great gift had + awakened the long silent bells. + </p> + <p> + But all that the nearest of them saw was the childish figure of Little + Brother, who had crept softly down the aisle when no one was looking, and + had laid Pedro's little piece of silver on the altar. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIII. THE BIRDS' CHRISTMAS + </h2> + <p> + From "In the Child's World," by Emilie Poulssen, Milton Bradley Co. + Publishers. Used by permission. + </p> + <p> + F. E. MANN + </p> + <p> + Founded on fact. + </p> + <p> + "Chickadee-dee-dee-dee! Chickadee-dee-dee-dee! Chicka—" "Cheerup, + cheerup, chee-chee! Cheerup, cheerup, chee-chee!" "Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, + ter-ra-lee!" + </p> + <p> + "Rap-atap-atap-atap!" went the woodpecker; "Mrs. Chickadee may speak + first." + </p> + <p> + "Friends," began Mrs. Chickadee, "why do you suppose I called you + together?" + </p> + <p> + "Because it's the day before Christmas," twittered Snow Bunting. "And + you're going to give a Christmas party," chirped the Robin. "And you want + us all to come!" said Downy Woodpecker. "Hurrah! Three cheers for Mrs. + Chickadee!" + </p> + <p> + "Hush!" said Mrs. Chickadee, "and I'll tell you all about it. To-morrow IS + Christmas Day, but I don't want to give a party." + </p> + <p> + "Chee, chee, chee!" cried Robin Rusty-breast; "chee, chee, chee!" + </p> + <p> + "Just listen to my little plan," said Mrs. Chickadee, "for, indeed, I want + you all to help. How many remember Thistle Goldfinch—the happy + little fellow who floated over the meadows through the summer and fall?" + </p> + <p> + "Cheerup, chee-chee, cheerup, chee-chee, I do," sang the Robin; "how he + loved to sway on thistletops!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Downy Woodpecker, "and didn't he sing? All about blue skies, + and sunshine and happy days, with his 'Swee-e-et sweet-sweet-sweet-a- + twitter-witter-witter-witter-wee-twea!'" + </p> + <p> + "Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee," said Snow Bunting. "We've all heard of Thistle + Goldfinch, but what can he have to do with your Christmas party? He's away + down South now, and wouldn't care if you gave a dozen parties." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, but he isn't; he's right in these very woods!" + </p> + <p> + "Why, you don't mean—" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed I do mean it, every single word. Yesterday I was flitting about + among the trees, peeking at a dead branch here, and a bit of moss there, + and before I knew it I found myself away over at the other side of the + woods! 'Chickadee-dee-dee, chickadee-dee-dee!' I sang, as I turned my bill + toward home. Just then I heard the saddest little voice pipe out: 'Dear-ie + me! Dear-ie me!' and there on the sunny side of a branch perched a + lonesome bit of yellowish down. I went up to see what it was, and found + dear little Thistle Goldfinch! He was very glad to see me, and soon told + his short story. Through the summer Papa and Mamma Goldfinch and all the + brothers and sisters had a fine time, singing together, fluttering over + thistletops, or floating through the balmy air. But when 'little Jack + Frost walked through the trees,' Papa Goldfinch said: 'It is high time we + went South!' All were ready but Thistle; he wanted to stay through the + winter, and begged so hard that Papa Goldfinch soberly said: 'Try it, my + son, but do find a warm place to stay in at night.' Then off they flew, + and Thistle was alone. For a while he was happy. The sun shone warm + through the middle of the day, and there were fields and meadows full of + seeds. You all remember how sweetly he sang for us then. But by and by the + cold North Wind came whistling through the trees, and chilly Thistle woke + up one gray morning to find the air full of whirling snowflakes He didn't + mind the light snows, golden-rod and some high grasses were too tall to be + easily covered, and he got seeds from them. But now that the heavy snows + have come, the poor little fellow is almost starved, and if he doesn't + have a warm place to sleep in these cold nights, he'll surely die!" + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Chickadee paused a minute. The birds were so still one could hear the + pine trees whisper. Then she went on: "I comforted the poor little fellow + as best I could, and showed him where to find a few seeds; then I flew + home, for it was bedtime. I tucked my head under my wing to keep it warm, + and thought, and thought, and thought; and here's my plan: + </p> + <p> + "We Chickadees have a nice warm home here in the spruce trees, with their + thick, heavy boughs to shut out the snow and cold. There is plenty of + room, so Thistle could sleep here all winter. We would let him perch on a + branch, when we Chickadees would nestle around him until he was as warm as + in the lovely summer tine. These cones are so full of seeds that we could + spare him a good many; and I think that you Robins might let him come over + to your pines some day and share your seeds. Downy Woodpecker must keep + his eyes open as he hammers the trees, and if he spies a supply of seeds + he will let us know at once. Snow Bunting is only a visitor, so I don't + expect him to help, but I wanted him to hear my plan with the rest of you. + Now you WILL try, won't you, EVERY ONE?" + </p> + <p> + "Cheerup, cheerup, ter-ra-lee! Indeed we'll try; let's begin right away! + Don't wait until to-morrow; who'll go and find Thistle?" + </p> + <p> + "I will," chirped Robin Rusty-breast, and off he flew to the place which + Mrs. Chickadee had told of, at the other side of the wood. There, sure + enough, he found Thistle Goldfinch sighing: "Dear-ie me! dear-ie me! The + winter is so cold and I'm here all alone!" "Cheerup, chee-chee!" piped the + Robin: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Cheerup, cheerup, I'm here! + I'm here and I mean to stay. + What if the winter is drear— + Cheerup, cheerup, anyway!" +</pre> + <p> + "But the snow is so deep," said Thistle, and the Robin replied: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Soon the snows'll be over and gone, + Run and rippled away; + What's the use of looking forlorn? + Cheerup, cheerup, I say!" +</pre> + <p> + Then he told Thistle all their plans, and wasn't Thistle surprised? Why, + he just couldn't believe a word of it till they reached Mrs. Chickadee's + and she said it was all true. They fed him and warmed him, then settled + themselves for a good night's rest. + </p> + <p> + Christmas morning they were chirping gaily, and Thistle was trying to + remember the happy song he sang in the summer time, when there came a + whirr of wings as Snow Bunting flew down. + </p> + <p> + "Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee," said he, "can you fly a little way?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," replied Thistle. "I THINK I could fly a LONG way." + </p> + <p> + "Come on, then," said Snow Bunting. "Every one who wants a Christmas + dinner, follow me!" That was every word he would say, so what could they + do but follow? + </p> + <p> + Soon they came to the edge of the wood, and then to a farmhouse. Snow + Bunting flew straight up to the piazza, and there stood a dear little girl + in a warm hood and cloak, with a pail of bird-seed on her arm, and a dish + of bread crumbs in her hand. As they flew down, she said: + </p> + <p> + "And here are some more birdies who have come for a Christmas dinner. Of + course you shall have some, you dear little things!" and she laughed + merrily to see them dive for the crumbs. + </p> + <p> + After they had finished eating, Elsie (that was the little girl's name) + said: "Now, little birds, it is going to be a cold winter, you would + better come here every day to get your dinner. I'll always be glad to see + you." + </p> + <p> + "Cheerup chee-chee, cheerup chee-chee! thank you, thank you," cried the + Robins. "Ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee, ter-ra-lee! thank you, thank you!" + twittered Snow Bunting. + </p> + <p> + "Chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee, + chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee! how kind you are!" sang the Chickadees. + </p> + <p> + And Thistle Goldfinch? Yes, he remembered his summer song, for he sang as + they flew away: + </p> + <p> + "Swee-e-et-sweet-sweet-sweet-a-twitter-witter-witter-witter—wee-twea!" + </p> + <p> + notes.—l. The Robin's song is from "Bird Talks," by Mrs. A.D.T. + Whitney. 2. The fact upon which this story is based—that is of the + other birds adopting and warming the solitary Thistle Goldfinch—was + observed near Northampton, Mass., where robins and other migratory birds + sometimes spend the winter in the thick pine woods. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIV. THE LITTLE SISTER'S VACATION* + </h2> + <h3> + * This story was first published in the Youth's Companion, vol. 77. + </h3> + <p> + WINIFRED M. KIRKLAND + </p> + <p> + It was to be a glorious Christmas at Doctor Brower's. All "the children"—little + Peggy and her mother always spoke of the grown-up ones as "the children"—were + coming home. Mabel was coming from Ohio with her big husband and her two + babies, Minna and little Robin, the year-old grandson whom the home family + had never seen; Hazen was coming all the way from the Johns Hopkins + Medical School, and Arna was coming home from her teaching in New York. It + was a trial to Peggy that vacation did not begin until the very day before + Christmas, and then continued only one niggardly week. After school hours + she had helped her mother in the Christmas preparations every day until + she crept into bed at night with aching arms and tired feet, to lie there + tossing about, whether from weariness or glad excitement she did not know. + </p> + <p> + "Not so hard, daughter," the doctor said to her once. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, papa," protested her mother, "when we're so busy, and Peggy is so + handy!" + </p> + <p> + "Not so hard," he repeated, with his eyes on fifteen-year-old Peggy's + delicate face, as, wearing her braids pinned up on her head and a pinafore + down to her toes, she stoned raisins and blanched almonds, rolled bread + crumbs and beat eggs, dusted and polished and made ready for the children. + </p> + <p> + Finally, after a day of flying about, helping with the many last thing, + Peggy let down her braids and put on her new crimson shirtwaist, and stood + with her mother in the front doorway, for it was Christmas Eve at last, + and the station 'bus was rattling up with the first homecomers, Arna and + Hazen. + </p> + <p> + Then there were voices ringing up and down the dark street, and there were + happy tears in the mother's eyes, and Arna had taken Peggy's face in her + two soft-gloved hands and lifted it up and kissed it, and Hazen had swung + his little sister up in the air just as of old. Peggy's tired feet were + dancing for joy. She was helping Arna take off her things, was carrying + her bag upstairs—would have carried Hazen's heavy grip, too, only + her father took it from her. + </p> + <p> + "Set the kettle to boil, Peggy," directed her mother; "then run upstairs + and see if Arna wants anything. We'll wait supper till the rest come." + </p> + <p> + The rest came on the nine o'clock train, such a load of them—the + big, bluff brother-in-law, Mabel, plump and laughing, as always, Minna, + elfin and bright-eyed, and sleepy Baby Robin. Such hugging, such a hubbub + of baby talk! How many things there seemed to be to do for those precious + babies right away! + </p> + <p> + Peggy was here and there and everywhere. Everything was in joyous + confusion. Supper was to be set on, too. While the rest ate, Peggy sat by, + holding Robin, her own little nephew, and managing at the same time to + pick up the things—napkin, knife, spoon, bread—that Minna, + hilarious with the late hour, flung from her high chair. + </p> + <p> + It seemed as if they would never be all stowed away for the night. Some of + them wanted pitchers of warm water, some of them pitchers of cold, and the + alcohol stove must be brought up for heating the baby's milk at night. The + house was crowded, too. Peggy had given up her room to Hazen, and slept on + a cot in the sewing room with Minna. + </p> + <p> + The cot had been enlarged by having three chairs piled with pillows, set + along the side. But Minna preferred to sleep in the middle of the cot, or + else across it, her restless little feet pounding at Peggy's ribs; and + Peggy was unused to any bedfellow. + </p> + <p> + She lay long awake thinking proudly of the children; of Hazen, the tall + brother, with his twinkling eyes, his drolleries, his teasing; of graceful + Arna who dressed so daintily, talked so cleverly, and had been to college. + Arna was going to send Peggy to college, too—it was so good of Arna! + But for all Peggy's admiration for Arna, it was Mabel, the eldest sister, + who was the more approachable. Mabel did not pretend even to as much + learning as Peggy had herself; she was happy-go-lucky and sweet-tempered. + Then her husband was a great jolly fellow, with whom it was impossible to + be shy, and the babies—there never were such cunning babies, Peggy + thought. Just here her niece gave her a particularly vicious kick, and + Peggy opposed to her train of admiring thoughts, "But I'm so tired." + </p> + <p> + It did not seem to Peggy that she had been asleep at all when she was + waked with a vigorous pounding on her chest and a shrill little voice in + her ear: + </p> + <p> + "Ch'is'mus, Ch'is'mus, Ch'is'mus! It's mornin'! It's Ch'is'mus!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no, it isn't, Minna!" pleaded Peggy, struggling with sleepiness. + "It's all dark still." + </p> + <p> + "Ch'is'mus, Ch'is'mus, Ch'is'mus!" reiterated Minna continuing to pound. + </p> + <p> + "Hush, dear! You'll wake Aunt Arna, and she's feed after being all day on + the chou-chou cars." + </p> + <p> + "Merry Ch'is'mus, Aunty Arna!" shouted the irrepressible Minna. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, darling, be quiet! We'll play little pig goes to market. I'll tell + you a story, only be quiet a little while." + </p> + <p> + It took Peggy's utmost effort to keep the little wriggler still for the + hour from five to six. Then, however, her shrill, "Merry Ch'is'mus!" + roused the household. Protests were of no avail. Minna was the only + granddaughter. Dark as it was, people must get up. + </p> + <p> + Peggy must dress Minna and then hurry down to help get breakfast—not + so easy a task with Minna ever at one's heels. The quick-moving sprite + seemed to be everywhere—into the sugar-bowl, the cooky jar, the + steaming teakettle—before one could turn about. Urged on by the + impatient little girl, the grown-ups made short work of breakfast. + </p> + <p> + After the meal, according to time-honoured Brower custom, they formed in + procession, single file, Minna first, then Ben with Baby Robin. They each + held aloft a sprig of holly, and they all kept time as they sang, "God + rest you, merry gentlemen," in their march from the dining-room to the + office. And there they must form in circle about the tree, and dance three + times round, singing "The Christmas-tree is an evergreen," before they + could touch a single present. + </p> + <p> + The presents are done up according to custom, packages of every shape and + size, but all in white paper and tied with red ribbon, and all marked for + somebody with somebody else's best love. They all fall to opening, and the + babies' shouts are not the only ones to be heard. + </p> + <p> + Passers-by smile indulgently at the racket, remembering that all the + Browers are home for Christmas, and the Browers were ever a jovial + company. + </p> + <p> + Peggy gazes at her gifts quietly, but with shining eyes—little gold + cuff pins from Hazen, just like Arna's; a set of furs from Mabel and Ben; + but she likes Arna's gift best of all, a complete set of her favourite + author. + </p> + <p> + But much as they would like to linger about the Christmas tree, Peggy and + her mother, at least, must remember that the dishes must be washed and the + beds made, and that the family must get ready for church. Peggy does not + go to church, and nobody dreams how much she wants to go. She loves the + Christmas music. No hymn rings so with joy as: + </p> + <p> + Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is king. + </p> + <p> + The choir sings it only once a year, on the Christmas morning. Besides, + her chum Esther will be at church, and Peggy has been too busy to go to + see her since she came home from boarding-school for the holidays. But + somebody must stay at home, and that somebody who but Peggy? Somebody must + baste the turkey and prepare the vegetables and take care of the babies. + </p> + <p> + Peggy is surprised to find how difficult it is to combine dinner-getting + with baby-tending. When she opens the oven-door, there is Minna's head + thrust up under her arm, the inquisitive little nose in great danger by + reason of sputtering gravy. + </p> + <p> + "Minna," protests Peggy, "you mustn't eat another bit of candy!" and Minna + opens her mouth in a howl, prolonged, but without tears and without change + of colour. Robin joins in, he does not know why. Peggy is a doting aunt, + but an honest one. She is vexed by a growing conviction that Mabel's + babies are sadly spoiled. Peggy is ashamed of herself; surely she ought to + be perfectly happy playing with Minna and Robin. Instead, she finds that + the thing she would like best of all to be doing at this moment, next to + going to church, would be to be lying on her father's couch in the office, + all by herself, reading. + </p> + <p> + The dinner is a savoury triumph for Peggy and her mother. The gravy and + the mashed potato are entirely of Peggy's workmanship, and Peggy has had a + hand in most of the other dishes, too, as the mother proudly tells. How + that merry party can eat! Peggy is waitress, and it is long before the + passing is over, and she can sit down in her own place. She is just as + fond of the unusual Christmas good things as are the rest, but somehow, + before she is well started at her turkey, it is time for changing plates + for dessert, and before she has tasted her nuts and raisins the babies + have succumbed to sleepiness, and it is Peggy who must carry them upstairs + for their nap—just in the middle of one of Hazen's funniest stories, + too. + </p> + <p> + And all the time the little sister is so ready, so quickly serviceable, + that somehow nobody notices—nobody but the doctor. It is he who + finds Peggy, half as hour later, all alone in the kitchen. The mother and + the older daughters are gathered about the sitting-room hearth, engaged in + the dear, delicious talk about the little things that are always left out + of letters. + </p> + <p> + The doctor interrupts them. + </p> + <p> + "Peggy is all alone," he says. + </p> + <p> + "But we're having such a good talk," the mother pleads, "and Peggy will be + done in no time! Peggy is so handy!" + </p> + <p> + "Well, girls?" is all the doctor says, with quiet command in his eyes, and + Peggy is not left to wash the Christmas dishes all alone. Because she is + smiling and her cheeks are bright, her sisters do not notice that her eyes + are wet, for Peggy is hotly ashamed of certain thoughts and feelings that + she cannot down. She forgets them for a while, however, sitting on the + hearth-rug, snuggled against her father's knee in the Christmas twilight. + </p> + <p> + Yet the troublesome thoughts came back in the evening, when Peggy sat + upstairs in the dark with Minna, vainly trying to induce the excited + little girl to go to sleep, while bursts of merriment from the family + below were always breaking in upon the two in their banishment. + </p> + <p> + There was another restless night of it with the little niece, and another + too early waking. Everybody but Minna was sleepy enough, and breakfast was + a protracted meal, to which the "children" came down slowly one by one. + Arna did not appear at all, and Peggy carried up to her the daintiest of + trays, all of her own preparing. Arna's kiss of thanks was great reward. + It was dinner-time before Peggy realized it, and she had hoped to find a + quiet hour for her Latin. + </p> + <p> + The dreadful regent's examination was to come the next week, and Peggy + wanted to study for it. She had once thought of asking Arna to help her, + but Arna seemed so tired. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon Esther came to see her chum, and to take her home with + her to spend the night. The babies, fretful with + after-Christmas-crossness, were tumbling over their aunt, and sadly + interrupting confidences, while Peggy explained that she could not go out + that evening. All the family were going to the church sociable, and she + must put the babies to bed. + </p> + <p> + "I think it's mean," Esther broke in. "Isn't it your vacation as well as + theirs? Do make that child stop pulling your hair!" + </p> + <p> + If Esther's words had only not echoed through Peggy's head as they did + that night! "But it is so mean of me, so mean of me, to want my own + vacation!" sobbed Peggy in the darkness. "I ought just to be glad they're + all at home." + </p> + <p> + Her self-reproach made her readier than ever to wait on them all the next + morning. Nobody could make such buckwheat cakes as could Mrs. Brower; + nobody could turn them as could Peggy. They were worth coming from New + York and Baltimore and Ohio to eat. Peggy stood at the griddle half an + hour, an hour, two hours. Her head was aching. Hazen, the latest riser, + was joyously calling for more. + </p> + <p> + At eleven o'clock Peggy realized that she had had no breakfast herself, + and that her mother was hurrying her off to investigate the lateness of + the butcher. Her head ached more and more, and she seemed strangely slow + in her dinner-getting and dish-washing. Her father was away, and there was + no one to help in the clearing-up. It was three before she had finished. + </p> + <p> + Outside the sleigh-bells sounded enticing. It was the first sleighing of + the season. Mabel and Ben had been off for a ride, and Arna and Hazen, + too. How Peggy longed to be skimming over the snow instead of polishing + knives all alone in the kitchen. Sue Cummings came that afternoon to + invite Peggy to her party, given in Esther's honour. Sue enumerated six + other gatherings that were being given that week in honour of Esther's + visit home. Sue seemed to dwell much on the subject. Presently Peggy, with + hot cheeks, understood why. Everybody was giving Esther a party, everybody + but Peggy herself. Esther's own chum, and all the other girls, were + talking about it. + </p> + <p> + Peggy stood at the door to see Sue out, and watched the sleighs fly by. + Out in the sitting-room she heard her mother saying, "Yes, of course we + can have waffles for supper. Where's Peggy?" Then Peggy ran away. + </p> + <p> + In the wintry dusk the doctor came stamping in, shaking the snow from his + bearskins. As always, "Where's Peggy?" was his first question. + </p> + <p> + Peggy was not to be found, they told him. They had been all over the + house, calling her. They thought she must have gone out with Sue. The + doctor seemed to doubt this. He went through the upstairs rooms, calling + her softly. But Peggy was not in any of the bedrooms, or in any of the + closets, either. There was still the kitchen attic to be tried. + </p> + <p> + There came a husky little moan out of its depths, as he whispered, + "Daughter!" He groped his way to her, and sitting down on a trunk, folded + her into his bearskin coat. + </p> + <p> + "Now tell father all about it," he said. And it all came out with many + sobs—the nights and dawns with Minna, the Latin, the sleighing, + Esther's party, breakfast, the weariness, the headache; and last the + waffles, which had moved the one unbearable thing. + </p> + <p> + "And it is so mean of me, so mean of me!" sobbed Peggy. "But, oh, daddy, I + do want a vacation!" + </p> + <p> + "And you shall have one," he answered. + </p> + <p> + He carried her straight into her own room, laid her down on her own bed, + and tumbled Hazen's things into the hall. Then he went downstairs and + talked to his family. + </p> + <p> + Presently the mother came stealing in, bearing a glass of medicine the + doctor-father had sent. Then she undressed Peggy and put her to bed as if + she had been a baby, and sat by, smoothing her hair, until she fell + asleep. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to Peggy that she had slept a long, long time. The sun was + shining bright. Her door opened a crack and Arna peeped in, and seeing her + awake, came to the bed and kissed her good morning. + </p> + <p> + "I'm so sorry, little sister!" she said. + </p> + <p> + "Sorry for what?" asked the wondering Peggy. + </p> + <p> + "Because I didn't see," said Arna. "But now I'm going to bring up your + breakfast." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no!" cried Peggy, sitting up. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes!" said Arna, with quiet authority. It was as dainty cooking as + Peggy's own, and Arna sat by to watch her eat. + </p> + <p> + "You're so good to me, Arna!" said Peggy. + </p> + <p> + "Not very," answered Arna, dryly. "When you've finished this you must lie + up here away from the children and read." + </p> + <p> + "But who will take care of Minna?" questioned Peggy. + </p> + <p> + "Minna's mamma," answered a voice from the next room, where Mabel was + pounding pillows. She came to the door to look in on Peggy in all her + luxury of orange marmalade to eat, Christmas books to read, and Arna to + wait upon her. + </p> + <p> + "I think mothers, not aunts, were meant to look after babies," said Mabel. + "I'm so sorry, dear!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I wish you two wouldn't talk like that!" cried Peggy. "I'm so + ashamed." + </p> + <p> + "All right, we'll stop talking," said Mabel quickly, "but we'll remember." + </p> + <p> + They would not let Peggy lift her hand to any of the work that day. Mabel + managed the babies masterfully. Arna moved quietly about, accomplishing + wonders. + </p> + <p> + "But aren't you tired, Arna?" queried Peggy. + </p> + <p> + "Not a bit of it, and I'll have time to help you with your Caesar before—" + </p> + <p> + "Before what?" asked Peggy, but got no answer. They had been translating + famously, when, in the late afternoon, there came a ring of the doorbell. + Peggy found Hazen bowing low, and craving "Mistress Peggy's company." A + sleigh and two prancing horses stood at the gate. + </p> + <p> + It was a glorious drive. Peggy's eyes danced and her laugh rang out at + Hazen's drolleries. The world stretched white all about them, and their + horses flew on and on like the wind. They rode till dark, then turned back + to the village, twinkling with lights. + </p> + <p> + The Brower house was alight in every window, and there was the sound of + many voices in the hall. The door flew open upon a laughing crowd of boys + and girls. Peggy, all glowing and rosy with the wind, stood utterly + bewildered until Esther rushed forward and hugged and shook her. + </p> + <p> + "It's a party!" she exclaimed. "One of your mother's waffle suppers! We're + all here! Isn't it splendid?" + </p> + <p> + "But, but, but—" stammered Peggy. + </p> + <p> + "'But, but, but,'" mimicked Esther. "But this is your vacation, don't you + see?" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XV. LITTLE WOLFF'S WOODEN SHOES + </h2> + <p> + A CHRISTMAS STORY BY FRANCOIS COPPEE; ADAPTED AND TRANSLATED BY ALMA J. + FOSTER + </p> + <p> + Once upon a time—so long ago that everybody has forgotten the date—in + a city in the north of Europe—with such a hard name that nobody can + ever remember it—there was a little seven-year-old boy named Wolff, + whose parents were dead, who lived with a cross and stingy old aunt, who + never thought of kissing him more than once a year and who sighed deeply + whenever she gave him a bowlful of soup. + </p> + <p> + But the poor little fellow had such a sweet nature that in spite of + everything, he loved the old woman, although he was terribly afraid of her + and could never look at her ugly old face without shivering. + </p> + <p> + As this aunt of little Wolff was known to have a house of her own and an + old woollen stocking full of gold, she had not dared to send the boy to a + charity school; but, in order to get a reduction in the price, she had so + wrangled with the master of the school, to which little Wolff finally + went, that this bad man, vexed at having a pupil so poorly dressed and + paying so little, often punished him unjustly, and even prejudiced his + companions against him, so that the three boys, all sons of rich parents, + made a drudge and laughing stock of the little fellow. + </p> + <p> + The poor little one was thus as wretched as a child could be and used to + hide himself in corners to weep whenever Christmas time came. + </p> + <p> + It was the schoolmaster's custom to take all his pupils to the midnight + mass on Christmas Eve, and to bring them home again afterward. + </p> + <p> + Now, as the winter this year was very bitter, and as heavy snow had been + falling for several days, all the boys came well bundled up in warm + clothes, with fur caps pulled over their ears, padded jackets, gloves and + knitted mittens, and strong, thick-soled boots. Only little Wolff + presented himself shivering in the poor clothes he used to wear both + weekdays and Sundays and having on his feet only thin socks in heavy + wooden shoes. + </p> + <p> + His naughty companions noticing his sad face and awkward appearance, made + many jokes at his expense; but the little fellow was so busy blowing on + his fingers, and was suffering so much with chilblains, that he took no + notice of them. So the band of youngsters, walking two and two behind the + master, started for the church. + </p> + <p> + It was pleasant in the church which was brilliant with lighted candles; + and the boys excited by the warmth took advantage of the music of the + choir and the organ to chatter among themselves in low tones. They bragged + about the fun that was awaiting them at home. The mayor's son had seen, + just before starting off, an immense goose ready stuffed and dressed for + cooking. At the alderman's home there was a little pine-tree with branches + laden down with oranges, sweets, and toys. And the lawyer's cook had put + on her cap with such care as she never thought of taking unless she was + expecting something very good! + </p> + <p> + Then they talked, too, of all that the Christ-Child was going to bring + them, of all he was going to put in their shoes which, you might be sure, + they would take good care to leave in the chimney place before going to + bed; and the eyes of these little urchins, as lively as a cage of mice, + were sparkling in advance over the joy they would have when they awoke in + the morning and saw the pink bag full of sugar-plums, the little lead + soldiers ranged in companies in their boxes, the menageries smelling of + varnished wood, and the magnificent jumping-jacks in purple and tinsel. + </p> + <p> + Alas! Little Wolff knew by experience that his old miser of an aunt would + send him to bed supperless, but, with childlike faith and certain of + having been, all the year, as good and industrious as possible, he hoped + that the Christ-Child would not forget him, and so he, too, planned to + place his wooden shoes in good time in the fireplace. + </p> + <p> + Midnight mass over, the worshippers departed, eager for their fun, and the + band of pupils always walking two and two, and following the teacher, left + the church. + </p> + <p> + Now, in the porch and seated on a stone bench set in the niche of a + painted arch, a child was sleeping—a child in a white woollen + garment, but with his little feet bare, in spite of the cold. He was not a + beggar, for his garment was white and new, and near him on the floor was a + bundle of carpenter's tools. + </p> + <p> + In the clear light of the stars, his face, with its closed eyes, shone + with an expression of divine sweetness, and his long, curling, blond locks + seemed to form a halo about his brow. But his little child's feet, made + blue by the cold of this bitter December night, were pitiful to see! + </p> + <p> + The boys so well clothed for the winter weather passed by quite + indifferent to the unknown child; several of them, sons of the notables of + the town, however, cast on the vagabond looks in which could be read all + the scorn of the rich for the poor, of the well-fed for the hungry. + </p> + <p> + But little Wolff, coming last out of the church, stopped, deeply touched, + before the beautiful sleeping child. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, dear!" said the little fellow to himself, "this is frightful! This + poor little one has no shoes and stockings in this bad weather—and, + what is still worse, he has not even a wooden shoe to leave near him + to-night while he sleeps, into which the little Christ-Child can put + something good to soothe his misery." + </p> + <p> + And carried away by his loving heart, Wolff drew the wooden shoe from his + right foot, laid it down before the sleeping child, and, as best he could, + sometimes hopping, sometimes limping with his sock wet by the snow, he + went home to his aunt. + </p> + <p> + "Look at the good-for-nothing!" cried the old woman, full of wrath at the + sight of the shoeless boy. "What have you done with your shoe, you little + villain?" + </p> + <p> + Little Wolff did not know how to lie, so, although trembling with terror + when he saw the rage of the old shrew, he tried to relate his adventure. + </p> + <p> + But the miserly old creature only burst into a frightful fit of laughter. + </p> + <p> + "Aha! So my young gentleman strips himself for the beggars. Aha! My young + gentleman breaks his pair of shoes for a bare-foot! Here is something new, + forsooth. Very well, since it is this way, I shall put the only shoe that + is left into the chimney-place, and I'll answer for it that the + Christ-Child will put in something to-night to beat you with in the + morning! And you will have only a crust of bread and water to-morrow. And + we shall see if the next time, you will be giving your shoes to the first + vagabond that happens along." + </p> + <p> + And the wicked woman having boxed the ears of the poor little fellow, made + him climb up into the loft where he had his wretched cubbyhole. + </p> + <p> + Desolate, the child went to bed in the dark and soon fell asleep, but his + pillow was wet with tears. + </p> + <p> + But behold! the next morning when the old woman, awakened early by the + cold, went downstairs—oh, wonder of wonders—she saw the big + chimney filled with shining toys, bags of magnificent bonbons, and riches + of every sort, and standing out in front of all this treasure, was the + right wooden shoe which the boy had given to the little vagabond, yes, and + beside it, the one which she had placed in the chimney to hold the bunch + of switches. + </p> + <p> + As little Wolff, attracted by the cries of his aunt, stood in an ecstasy + of childish delight before the splendid Christmas gifts, shouts of + laughter were heard outside. The woman and child ran out to see what all + this meant, and behold! all the gossips of the town were standing around + the public fountain. What could have happened? Oh, a most ridiculous and + extraordinary thing! The children of the richest men in the town, whom + their parents had planned to surprise with the most beautiful presents had + found only switches in their shoes! + </p> + <p> + Then the old woman and the child thinking of all the riches in their + chimney were filled with fear. But suddenly they saw the priest appear, + his countenance full of astonishment. Just above the bench placed near the + door of the church, in the very spot where, the night before, a child in a + white garment and with bare feet, in spite of the cold, had rested his + lovely head, the priest had found a circlet of gold imbedded in the old + stones. + </p> + <p> + Then, they all crossed themselves devoutly, perceiving that this beautiful + sleeping child with the carpenter's tools had been Jesus of Nazareth + himself, who had come back for one hour just as he had been when he used + to work in the home of his parents; and reverently they bowed before this + miracle, which the good God had done to reward the faith and the love of a + little child. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVI. CHRISTMAS IN THE ALLEY* + </h2> + <h3> + * From "Kristy's Queer Christmas," Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1904. + </h3> + <p> + OLIVE THORNE MILLER + </p> + <p> + "I declare for 't, to-morrow is Christmas Day an' I clean forgot all about + it," said old Ann, the washerwoman, pausing in her work and holding the + flatiron suspended in the air. + </p> + <p> + "Much good it'll do us," growled a discontented voice from the coarse bed + in the corner. + </p> + <p> + "We haven't much extra, to be sure," answered Ann cheerfully, bringing the + iron down onto the shirt-bosom before her, "but at least we've enough to + eat, and a good fire, and that's more'n some have, not a thousand miles + from here either." + </p> + <p> + "We might have plenty more," said the fretful voice, "if you didn't think + so much more of strangers than you do of your own folk's comfort, keeping + a houseful of beggars, as if you was a lady!" + </p> + <p> + "Now, John," replied Ann, taking another iron from the fire, "you're not + half so bad as you pretend. You wouldn't have me turn them poor creatures + into the streets to freeze, now, would you?" + </p> + <p> + "It's none of our business to pay rent for them," grumbled John. "Every + one for himself, I say, these hard times. If they can't pay you'd ought to + send 'em off; there's plenty as can." + </p> + <p> + "They'd pay quick enough if they could get work," said Ann. "They're good + honest fellows, every one, and paid me regular as long as they had a cent. + But when hundreds are out o' work in the city, what can they do?" + </p> + <p> + "That's none o' your business, you can turn 'em out!" growled John. + </p> + <p> + "And leave the poor children to freeze as well as starve?" said Ann. + "Who'd ever take 'em in without money, I'd like to know? No, John," + bringing her iron down as though she meant it, "I'm glad I'm well enough + to wash and iron, and pay my rent, and so long as I can do that, and keep + the hunger away from you and the child, I'll never turn the poor souls + out, leastways, not in this freezing winter weather." + </p> + <p> + "An' here's Christmas," the old man went on whiningly, "an' not a penny to + spend, an' I needin' another blanket so bad, with my rhumatiz, an' haven't + had a drop of tea for I don't know how long!" + </p> + <p> + "I know it," said Ann, never mentioning that she too had been without tea, + and not only that, but with small allowance of food of any kind, "and I'm + desperate sorry I can't get a bit of something for Katey. The child never + missed a little something in her stocking before." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," John struck in, "much you care for your flesh an' blood. The child + ha'n't had a thing this winter." + </p> + <p> + "That's true enough," said Ann, with a sigh, "an' it's the hardest thing + of all that I've had to keep her out o' school when she was doing so + beautiful." + </p> + <p> + "An' her feet all on the ground," growled John. + </p> + <p> + "I know her shoes is bad," said Ann, hanging the shirt up on a line that + stretched across the room, and was already nearly full of freshly ironed + clothes, "but they're better than the Parker children's." + </p> + <p> + "What's that to us?" almost shouted the weak old man, shaking his fist at + her in his rage. + </p> + <p> + "Well, keep your temper, old man," said Ann. "I'm sorry it goes so hard + with you, but as long as I can stand on my feet, I sha'n't turn anybody + out to freeze, that's certain." + </p> + <p> + "How much'll you get for them?" said the miserable old man, after a few + moments' silence, indicating by his hand the clean clothes on the line. + </p> + <p> + "Two dollars," said Ann, "and half of it must go to help make up next + month's rent. I've got a good bit to make up yet, and only a week to do it + in, and I sha'n't have another cent till day after to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I wish you'd manage to buy me a little tea," whined the old man; + "seems as if that would go right to the spot, and warm up my old bones a + bit." + </p> + <p> + "I'll try," said Ann, revolving in her mind how she could save a few + pennies from her indispensable purchases to get tea and sugar, for without + sugar he would not touch it. + </p> + <p> + Wearied with his unusual exertion, the old man now dropped off to sleep, + and Ann went softly about, folding and piling the clothes into a big + basket already half full. When they were all packed in, and nicely covered + with a piece of clean muslin, she took an old shawl and hood from a nail + in the corner, put them on, blew out the candle, for it must not burn one + moment unnecessarily, and, taking up her basket, went out into the cold + winter night, softly closing the door behind her. + </p> + <p> + The house was on an alley, but as soon as she turned the corner she was in + the bright streets, glittering with lamps and gay people. The shop windows + were brilliant with Christmas displays, and thousands of warmly dressed + buyers were lingering before them, laughing and chatting, and selecting + their purchases. Surely it seemed as if there could be no want here. + </p> + <p> + As quickly as her burden would let her, the old washerwoman passed through + the crowd into a broad street and rang the basement bell of a large, showy + house. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's the washerwoman!" said a flashy-looking servant who answered the + bell; "set the basket right m here. Mrs. Keithe can't look them over + to-night. There's company in the parlour—Miss Carry's Christmas + party." + </p> + <p> + "Ask her to please pay me—at least a part," said old Ann hastily. "I + don't see how I can do without the money. I counted on it." + </p> + <p> + "I'll ask her," said the pert young woman, turning to go upstairs; "but + it's no use." + </p> + <p> + Returning in a moment, she delivered the message. "She has no change + to-night; you're to come in the morning." + </p> + <p> + "Dear me!" thought Ann, as she plodded back through the streets, "it'll be + even worse than I expected, for there's not a morsel to eat in the house, + and not a penny to buy one with. Well—well—the Lord will + provide, the Good Book says, but it's mighty dark days, and it's hard to + believe." + </p> + <p> + Entering the house, Ann sat down silently before the expiring fire. She + was tired, her bones ached, and she was faint for want of food. + </p> + <p> + Wearily she rested her head on her hands, and tried to think of some way + to get a few cents. She had nothing she could sell or pawn, everything she + could do without had gone before, in similar emergencies. After sitting + there some time, and revolving plan after plan, only to find them all + impossible, she was forced to conclude that they must go supperless to + bed. + </p> + <p> + Her husband grumbled, and Katey—who came in from a neighbour's—cried + with hunger, and after they were asleep old Ann crept into bed to keep + warm, more disheartened than she had been all winter. + </p> + <p> + If we could only see a little way ahead! All this time—the darkest + the house on the alley had seen—help was on the way to them. A + kind-hearted city missionary, visiting one of the unfortunate families + living in the upper rooms of old Ann's house, had learned from them of the + noble charity of the humble old washerwoman. It was more than princely + charity, for she not only denied herself nearly every comfort, but she + endured the reproaches of her husband, and the tears of her child. + </p> + <p> + Telling the story to a party of his friends this Christmas Eve, their + hearts were troubled, and they at once emptied their purses into his hands + for her. And the gift was at that very moment in the pocket of the + missionary, waiting for morning to make her Christmas happy. Christmas + morning broke clear and cold. Ann was up early, as usual, made her fire, + with the last of her coal, cleared up her two rooms, and, leaving her + husband and Katey in bed, was about starting out to try and get her money + to provide a breakfast for them. At the door she met the missionary. + </p> + <p> + "Good-morning, Ann," said he. "I wish you a Merry Christmas." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Ann cheerfully; "the same to yourself." + </p> + <p> + "Have you been to breakfast already?" asked the missionary. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir," said Ann. "I was just going out for it." + </p> + <p> + "I haven't either," said he, "but I couldn't bear to wait until I had + eaten breakfast before I brought you your Christmas present—I + suspect you haven't had any yet." + </p> + <p> + Ann smiled. "Indeed, sir, I haven't had one since I can remember." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I have one for you. Come in, and I'll tell you about it." + </p> + <p> + Too much amazed for words, Ann led him into the room. The missionary + opened his purse, and handed her a roll of bills. + </p> + <p> + "Why—what!" she gasped, taking it mechanically. + </p> + <p> + "Some friends of mine heard of your generous treatment of the poor + families upstairs," he went on, "and they send you this, with their + respects and best wishes for Christmas. Do just what you please with it—it + is wholly yours. No thanks," he went on, as she struggled to speak. "It's + not from me. Just enjoy it—that's all. It has done them more good to + give than it can you to receive," and before she could speak a word he was + gone. + </p> + <p> + What did the old washerwoman do? + </p> + <p> + Well, first she fell on her knees and buried her agitated face in the + bedclothes. After a while she became aware of a storm of words from her + husband, and she got up, subdued as much as possible her agitation, and + tried to answer his frantic questions. + </p> + <p> + "How much did he give you, old stupid?" he screamed; "can't you speak, or + are you struck dumb? Wake up! I just wish I could reach you! I'd shake you + till your teeth rattled!" + </p> + <p> + His vicious looks were a sign, it was evident that he only lacked the + strength to be as good as his word. Ann roused herself from her stupour + and spoke at last. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. I'll count it." She unrolled the bills and began. + </p> + <p> + "O Lord!" she exclaimed excitedly, "here's ten-dollar bills! One, two, + three, and a twenty-that makes five—and five are fifty-five—sixty—seventy—eighty—eighty-five—ninety—one + hundred—and two and five are seven, and two and one are ten, twenty—twenty-five—one + hundred and twenty-five! Why, I'm rich!" she shouted. "Bless the Lord! Oh, + this is the glorious Christmas Day! I knew He'd provide. Katey! Katey!" + she screamed at the door of the other room, where the child lay asleep. + "Merry Christmas to you, darlin'! Now you can have some shoes! and a new + dress! and—and—breakfast, and a regular Christmas dinner! Oh! + I believe I shall go crazy!" + </p> + <p> + But she did not. Joy seldom hurts people, and she was brought back to + everyday affairs by the querulous voice of her husband. + </p> + <p> + "Now I will have my tea, an' a new blanket, an' some tobacco—how I + have wanted a pipe!" and he went on enumerating his wants while Ann + bustled about, putting away most of her money, and once more getting ready + to go out. + </p> + <p> + "I'll run out and get some breakfast," she said, "but don't you tell a + soul about the money." + </p> + <p> + "No! they'll rob us!" shrieked the old man. + </p> + <p> + "Nonsense! I'll hide it well, but I want to keep it a secret for another + reason. Mind, Katey, don't you tell?" + </p> + <p> + "No!" said Katey, with wide eyes. "But can I truly have a new frock, + Mammy, and new shoes—and is it really Christmas?" + </p> + <p> + "It's really Christmas, darlin'," said Ann, "and you'll see what mammy'll + bring home to you, after breakfast." + </p> + <p> + The luxurious meal of sausages, potatoes, and hot tea was soon smoking on + the table, and was eagerly devoured by Katey and her father. But Ann could + not eat much. She was absent-minded, and only drank a cup of tea. As soon + as breakfast was over, she left Katey to wash the dishes, and started out + again. + </p> + <p> + She walked slowly down the street, revolving a great plan in her mind. + </p> + <p> + "Let me see," she said to herself. "They shall have a happy day for once. + I suppose John'll grumble, but the Lord has sent me this money, and I mean + to use part of it to make one good day for them." + </p> + <p> + Having settled this in her mind, she walked on more quickly, and visited + various shops in the neighbourhood. When at last she went home, her big + basket was stuffed as full as it could hold, and she carried a bundle + besides. + </p> + <p> + "Here's your tea, John," she said cheerfully, as she unpacked the basket, + "a whole pound of it, and sugar, and tobacco, and a new pipe." + </p> + <p> + "Give me some now," said the old man eagerly; "don't wait to take out the + rest of the things." + </p> + <p> + "And here's a new frock for you, Katey," old Ann went on, after making + John happy with his treasures, "a real bright one, and a pair of shoes, + and some real woollen stockings; oh! how warm you'll be!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, how nice, Mammy!" cried Katey, jumping about. "When will you make my + frock?" + </p> + <p> + "To-morrow," answered the mother, "and you can go to school again." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, goody!" she began, but her face fell. "If only Molly Parker could go + too!" + </p> + <p> + "You wait and see," answered Ann, with a knowing look. "Who knows what + Christmas will bring to Molly Parker?" + </p> + <p> + "Now here's a nice big roast," the happy woman went on, still unpacking, + "and potatoes and turnips and cabbage and bread and butter and coffee and—" + </p> + <p> + "What in the world! You goin' to give a party?" asked the old man between + the puffs, staring at her in wonder. + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you just what I am going to do," said Ann firmly, bracing + herself for opposition, "and it's as good as done, so you needn't say a + word about it. I'm going to have a Christmas dinner, and I'm going to + invite every blessed soul in this house to come. They shall be warm and + full for once in their lives, please God! And, Katey," she went on + breathlessly, before the old man had sufficiently recovered from his + astonishment to speak, "go right upstairs now, and invite every one of 'em + from the fathers down to Mrs. Parker's baby to come to dinner at three + o'clock; we'll have to keep fashionable hours, it's so late now; and mind, + Katey, not a word about the money. And hurry back, child, I want you to + help me." + </p> + <p> + To her surprise, the opposition from her husband was less than she + expected. The genial tobacco seemed to have quieted his nerves, and even + opened his heart. Grateful for this, Ann resolved that his pipe should + never lack tobacco while she could work. + </p> + <p> + But now the cares of dinner absorbed her. The meat and vegetables were + prepared, the pudding made, and the long table spread, though she had to + borrow every table in the house, and every dish to have enough to go + around. + </p> + <p> + At three o'clock when the guests came in, it was really a very pleasant + sight. The bright warm fire, the long table, covered with a substantial, + and, to them, a luxurious meal, all smoking hot. John, in his neatly + brushed suit, in an armchair at the foot of the table, Ann in a bustle of + hurry and welcome, and a plate and a seat for every one. + </p> + <p> + How the half-starved creatures enjoyed it; how the children stuffed and + the parents looked on with a happiness that was very near to tears; how + old John actually smiled and urged them to send back their plates again + and again, and how Ann, the washerwoman, was the life and soul of it all, + I can't half tell. + </p> + <p> + After dinner, when the poor women lodgers insisted on clearing up, and the + poor men sat down by the fire to smoke, for old John actually passed + around his beloved tobacco, Ann quietly slipped out for a few minutes, + took four large bundles from a closet under the stairs, and disappeared + upstairs. She was scarcely missed before she was back again. + </p> + <p> + Well, of course it was a great day in the house on the alley, and the + guests sat long into the twilight before the warm fire, talking of their + old homes in the fatherland, the hard winter, and prospects for work in + the spring. + </p> + <p> + When at last they returned to the chilly discomfort of their own rooms, + each family found a package containing a new warm dress and pair of shoes + for every woman and child in the family. + </p> + <p> + "And I have enough left,"' said Ann the washerwoman, to herself, when she + was reckoning up the expenses of the day, "to buy my coal and pay my rent + till spring, so I can save my old bones a bit. And sure John can't grumble + at their staying now, for it's all along of keeping them that I had such a + blessed Christmas day at all." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVII. A CHRISTMAS STAR* + </h2> + <h3> + * Published by permission of the American Book Co. + </h3> + <p> + KATHERINE PYLE + </p> + <p> + "Come now, my dear little stars," said Mother Moon, "and I will tell you + the Christmas story." + </p> + <p> + Every morning for a week before Christmas, Mother Moon used to call all + the little stars around her and tell them a story. + </p> + <p> + It was always the same story, but the stars never wearied of it. It was + the story of the Christmas star—the Star of Bethlehem. + </p> + <p> + When Mother Moon had finished the story the little stars always said: "And + the star is shining still, isn't it, Mother Moon, even if we can't see + it?" + </p> + <p> + And Mother Moon would answer: "Yes, my dears, only now it shines for men's + hearts instead of their eyes." + </p> + <p> + Then the stars would bid the Mother Moon good-night and put on their + little blue nightcaps and go to bed in the sky chamber; for the stars' + bedtime is when people down on the earth are beginning to waken and see + that it is morning. + </p> + <p> + But that particular morning when the little stars said good-night and went + quietly away, one golden star still lingered beside Mother Moon. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter, my little star?" asked the Mother Moon. "Why don't + you go with your little sisters?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Mother Moon," said the golden star. "I am so sad! I wish I could + shine for some one's heart like that star of wonder that you tell us + about." + </p> + <p> + "Why, aren't you happy up here in the sky country?" asked Mother Moon. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have been very happy," said the star; "but to-night it seems just + as if I must find some heart to shine for." + </p> + <p> + "Then if that is so," said Mother Moon, "the time has come, my little + star, for you to go through the Wonder Entry." + </p> + <p> + "The Wonder Entry? What is that?" asked the star. But the Mother Moon made + no answer. + </p> + <p> + Rising, she took the little star by the hand and led it to a door that it + had never seen before. + </p> + <p> + The Mother Moon opened the door, and there was a long dark entry; at the + far end was shining a little speck of light. + </p> + <p> + "What is this?" asked the star. + </p> + <p> + "It is the Wonder Entry; and it is through this that you must go to find + the heart where you belong," said the Mother Moon. + </p> + <p> + Then the little star was afraid. + </p> + <p> + It longed to go through the entry as it had never longed for anything + before; and yet it was afraid and clung to the Mother Moon. + </p> + <p> + But very gently, almost sadly, the Mother Moon drew her hand away. "Go, my + child," she said. + </p> + <p> + Then, wondering and trembling, the little star stepped into the Wonder + Entry, and the door of the sky house closed behind it. + </p> + <p> + The next thing the star knew it was hanging in a toy shop with a whole row + of other stars blue and red and silver. It itself was gold. The shop + smelled of evergreen, and was full of Christmas shoppers, men and women + and children; but of them all, the star looked at no one but a little boy + standing in front of the counter; for as soon as the star saw the child it + knew that he was the one to whom it belonged. + </p> + <p> + The little boy was standing beside a sweet-faced woman in a long black + veil and he was not looking at anything in particular. + </p> + <p> + The star shook and trembled on the string that held it, because it was + afraid lest the child would not see it, or lest, if he did, he would not + know it as his star. + </p> + <p> + The lady had a number of toys on the counter before her, and she was + saying: "Now I think we have presents for every one: There's the doll for + Lou, and the game for Ned, and the music box for May; and then the rocking + horse and the sled." + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the little boy caught her by the arm. "Oh, mother," he said. He + had seen the star. + </p> + <p> + "Well, what is it, darling?" asked the lady. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, mother, just see that star up there! I wish—oh, I do wish I had + it." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, my dear, we have so many things for the Christmas-tree," said the + mother. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I know, but I do want the star," said the child. + </p> + <p> + "Very well," said the mother, smiling; "then we will take that, too." + </p> + <p> + So the star was taken down from the place where it hung and wrapped up in + a piece of paper, and all the while it thrilled with joy, for now it + belonged to the little boy. + </p> + <p> + It was not until the afternoon before Christmas, when the tree was being + decorated, that the golden star was unwrapped and taken out from the + paper. + </p> + <p> + "Here is something else," said the sweet-faced lady. "We must hang this on + the tree. Paul took such a fancy to it that I had to get it for him. He + will never be satisfied unless we hang it on too." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," said some one else who was helping to decorate the tree; "we + will hang it here on the very top." + </p> + <p> + So the little star hung on the highest branch of the Christmas-tree. + </p> + <p> + That evening all the candles were lighted on the Christmas-tree, and there + were so many that they fairly dazzled the eyes; and the gold and silver + balls, the fairies and the glass fruits, shone and twinkled in the light; + and high above them all shone the golden star. + </p> + <p> + At seven o'clock a bell was rung, and then the folding doors of the room + where the Christmas-tree stood were thrown open, and a crowd of children + came trooping in. + </p> + <p> + They laughed and shouted and pointed, and all talked together, and after a + while there was music, and presents were taken from the tree and given to + the children. + </p> + <p> + How different it all was from the great wide, still sky house! + </p> + <p> + But the star had never been so happy in all its life; for the little boy + was there. + </p> + <p> + He stood apart from the other children, looking up at the star, with his + hands clasped behind him, and he did not seem to care for the toys and the + games. + </p> + <p> + At last it was all over. The lights were put out, the children went home, + and the house grew still. + </p> + <p> + Then the ornaments on the tree began to talk among themselves. + </p> + <p> + "So that is all over," said a silver ball. "It was very gay this evening—the + gayest Christmas I remember." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said a glass bunch of grapes; "the best of it is over. Of course + people will come to look at us for several days yet, but it won't be like + this evening." + </p> + <p> + "And then I suppose we'll be laid away for another year," said a paper + fairy. "Really it seems hardly worth while. Such a few days out of the + year and then to be shut up in the dark box again. I almost wish I were a + paper doll." + </p> + <p> + The bunch of grapes was wrong in saying that people would come to look at + the Christmas-tree the next few days, for it stood neglected in the + library and nobody came near it. Everybody in the house went about very + quietly, with anxious faces; for the little boy was ill. + </p> + <p> + At last, one evening, a woman came into the room with a servant. The woman + wore the cap and apron of a nurse. + </p> + <p> + "That is it," she said, pointing to the golden star. The servant climbed + up on some steps and took down the star and put it in the nurse's hand, + and she carried it out into the hall and upstairs to a room where the + little boy lay. + </p> + <p> + The sweet-faced lady was sitting by the bed, and as the nurse came in she + held out her hand for the star. + </p> + <p> + "Is this what you wanted, my darling?" she asked, bending over the little + boy. + </p> + <p> + The child nodded and held out his hands for the star; and as he clasped it + a wonderful, shining smile came over his face. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the little boy's room was very still and dark. + </p> + <p> + The golden piece of paper that had been the star lay on a table beside the + bed, its five points very sharp and bright. + </p> + <p> + But it was not the real star, any more than a person's body is the real + person. + </p> + <p> + The real star was living and shining now in the little boy's heart, and it + had gone out with him into a new and more beautiful sky country than it + had ever known before—the sky country where the little child angels + live, each one carrying in its heart its own particular star. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XVIII. THE QUEEREST CHRISTMAS* + </h2> + <h3> + * This story was first published in the Youth's Companion, vol. 83. + </h3> + <p> + GRACE MARGARET GALLAHER + </p> + <p> + Betty stood at her door, gazing drearily down the long, empty corridor in + which the breakfast gong echoed mournfully. All the usual brisk scenes of + that hour, groups of girls in Peter Thomson suits or starched + shirt-waists, or a pair of energetic ones, red-cheeked and shining-eyed + from a run in the snow, had vanished as by the hand of some evil magician. + Silent and lonely was the corridor. + </p> + <p> + "And it's the day before Christmas!" groaned Betty. Two chill little tears + hung on her eyelashes. + </p> + <p> + The night before, in the excitement of getting the girls off with all + their trunks and packages intact, she had not realized the homesickness of + the deserted school. Now it seemed to pierce her very bones. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, dear, why did father have to lose his money? 'Twas easy enough last + September to decide I wouldn't take the expensive journey home these + holidays, and for all of us to promise we wouldn't give each other as much + as a Christmas card. But now!" The two chill tears slipped over the edge + of her eyelashes. "Well, I know how I'll spend this whole day; I'll come + right up here after breakfast and cry and cry and cry!" Somewhat fortified + by this cheering resolve, Betty went to breakfast. + </p> + <p> + Whatever the material joys of that meal might be, it certainly was not "a + feast of reason and a flow of soul." Betty, whose sense of humour never + perished, even in such a frost, looked round the table at the eight + grim-faced girls doomed to a Christmas in school, and quoted mischievously + to herself: "On with the dance, let joy be unconfined." + </p> + <p> + Breakfast bolted, she lagged back to her room, stopping to stare out of + the corridor windows. + </p> + <p> + She saw nothing of the snowy landscape, however. Instead, a picture, the + gayest medley of many colours and figures, danced before her eyes: + Christmas-trees thumping in through the door, mysterious bundles scurried + into dark corners, little brothers and sisters flying about with festoons + of mistletoe, scarlet ribbon and holly, everywhere sound and laughter and + excitement. The motto of Betty's family was: "Never do to-day what you can + put off till to-morrow"; therefore the preparations of a fortnight were + always crowded into a day. + </p> + <p> + The year before, Betty had rushed till her nerves were taut and her temper + snapped, had shaken the twins, raged at the housemaid, and had gone to bed + at midnight weeping with weariness. But in memory only the joy of the day + remained. + </p> + <p> + "I think I could endure this jail of a school, and not getting one single + present, but it breaks my heart not to give one least little thing to any + one! Why, who ever heard of such a Christmas!" + </p> + <p> + "Won't you hunt for that blue—" + </p> + <p> + "Broken my thread again!" + </p> + <p> + "Give me those scissors!" + </p> + <p> + Betty jumped out of her day-dream. She had wandered into "Cork" and the + three O'Neills surrounded her, staring. + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon—I heard you—and it was so like home the day + before Christmas—" + </p> + <p> + "Did you hear the heathen rage?" cried Katherine. + </p> + <p> + "Dolls for Aunt Anne's mission," explained Constance. + </p> + <p> + "You're so forehanded that all your presents went a week ago, I suppose," + Eleanor swept clear a chair. "The clan O'Neill is never forehanded." + </p> + <p> + "You'd think I was from the number of thumbs I've grown this morning. Oh, + misery!" Eleanor jerked a snarl of thread out on the floor. + </p> + <p> + Betty had never cared for "Cork" but now the hot worried faces of its + girls appealed to her. "Let me help. I'm a regular silkworm." + </p> + <p> + The O'Neills assented with eagerness, and Betty began to sew in a capable, + swift way that made the others stare and sigh with relief. + </p> + <p> + The dolls were many, the O'Neills slow. Betty worked till her feet + twitched on the floor; yet she enjoyed the morning, for it held an + entirely new sensation, that of helping some one else get ready for + Christmas. + </p> + <p> + "Done!" + </p> + <p> + "We never should have finished if you hadn't helped! Thank you, Betty + Luther, very, VERY much! You're a duck! Let's run to luncheon together, + quick." + </p> + <p> + Somehow the big corridors did not seem half so bleak echoing to those warm + O'Neill voices. + </p> + <p> + "This morning's just spun by, but, oh, this long, dreary afternoon!" + sighed Betty, as she wandered into the library. "Oh, me, there goes Alice + Johns with her arms loaded with presents to mail, and I can't give a + single soul anything!" + </p> + <p> + "Do you know where 'Quotations for Occasions' has gone?" Betty turned to + face pretty Rosamond Howitt, the only senior left behind. + </p> + <p> + "Gone to be rebound. I heard Miss Dyce say so." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, dear, I needed it so." + </p> + <p> + "Could I help? I know a lot of rhymes and tags of proverbs and things like + that." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, if you would help me, I'd be so grateful! Won't you come to my room? + You see, I promised a friend in town, who is to have a Christmas dinner, + and who's been very kind to me, that I'd paint the place cards and write + some quotation appropriate to each guest. I'm shamefully late over it, my + own gifts took such a time; but the painting, at least, is done." + </p> + <p> + Rosamond led the way to her room, and there displayed the cards which she + had painted. + </p> + <p> + "You can't think of my helplessness! If it were a Greek verb now, or a + lost and strayed angle—but poetry!" + </p> + <p> + Betty trotted back and forth between the room and the library, delved into + books, and even evolved a verse which she audaciously tagged "old play," + in imitation of Sir Walter Scott. + </p> + <p> + "I think they are really and truly very bright, and I know Mrs. Fernell + will be delighted." Rosamond wrapped up the cards carefully. "I can't + begin to tell you how you've helped me. It was sweet in you to give me + your whole afternoon." + </p> + <p> + The dinner-bell rang at that moment, and the two went down together. + </p> + <p> + "Come for a little run; I haven't been out all day," whispered Rosamond, + slipping her hand into Betty's as they left the table. + </p> + <p> + A great round moon swung cold and bright over the pines by the lodge. + </p> + <p> + "Down the road a bit—just a little way—to the church," + suggested Betty. + </p> + <p> + They stepped out into the silent country road. + </p> + <p> + "Why, the little mission is as gay as—as Christmas! I wonder why?" + </p> + <p> + Betty glanced at the bright windows of the small plain church. "Oh, some + Christmas-eve doings," she answered. + </p> + <p> + Some one stepped quickly out from the church door. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Miss Vernon, I am relieved! I had begun to fear you could not come." + </p> + <p> + The girls saw it was the tall old rector, his white hair shining silver + bright in the moonbeams. + </p> + <p> + "We're just two girls from the school, sir," said Rosamond. + </p> + <p> + "Dear, dear!" His voice was both impatient and distressed. "I hoped you + were my organist. We are all ready for our Christmas-eve service, but we + can do nothing without the music." + </p> + <p> + "I can play the organ a little," said Betty. "I'd be glad to help." + </p> + <p> + "You can? My dear child, how fortunate! But—do you know the + service?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, it's my church." + </p> + <p> + No vested choir stood ready to march triumphantly chanting into the choir + stalls. Only a few boys and girls waited in the dim old choir loft, where + Rosamond seated herself quietly. + </p> + <p> + Betty's fingers trembled so at first that the music sounded dull and far + away; but her courage crept back to her in the silence of the church, and + the organ seemed to help her with a brave power of its own. In the dark + church only the altar and a great gold star above it shone bright. Through + an open window somewhere behind her she could hear the winter wind + rattling the ivy leaves and bending the trees. Yet, somehow, she did not + feel lonesome and forsaken this Christmas eve, far away from home, but + safe and comforted and sheltered. The voice of the old rector reached her + faintly in pauses; habit led her along the service, and the star at the + altar held her eyes. + </p> + <p> + Strange new ideas and emotions flowed in upon her brain. Tears stole + softly into her eyes, yet she felt in her heart a sweet glow. Slowly the + Christmas picture that had flamed and danced before her all day, painted + in the glory of holly and mistletoe and tinsel, faded out, and another + shaped itself, solemn and beautiful in the altar light. + </p> + <p> + "My dear child, I thank you very much!" The old rector held Betty's hand + in both his. "I cannot have a Christmas morning service—our people + have too much to do to come then—but I was especially anxious that + our evening service should have some message, some inspiration for them, + and your music has made it so. You have given me great aid. May your + Christmas be a blessed one." + </p> + <p> + "I was glad to play, sir. Thank you!" answered Betty, simply. + </p> + <p> + "Let's run!" she cried to Rosamond, and they raced back to school. + </p> + <p> + She fell asleep that night without one smallest tear. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Betty dressed hastily, and catching up her mandolin, set + out into the corridor. + </p> + <p> + Something swung against her hand as she opened the door. It was a great + bunch of holly, glossy green leaves and glowing berries, and hidden in the + leaves a card: "Betty, Merry Christmas," was all, but only one girl wrote + that dainty hand. + </p> + <p> + "A winter rose," whispered Betty, happily, and stuck the bunch into the + ribbon of her mandolin. + </p> + <p> + Down the corridor she ran until she faced a closed door. Then, twanging + her mandolin, she burst out with all her power into a gay Christmas carol. + High and sweet sang her voice in the silent corridor all through the gay + carol. Then, sweeter still, it changed into a Christmas hymn. Then from + behind the closed doors sounded voices: + </p> + <p> + "Merry Christmas, Betty Luther!" + </p> + <p> + Then Constance O'Neill's deep, smooth alto flowed into Betty's soprano; + and at the last all nine girls joined in "Adeste Fideles." Christmas + morning began with music and laughter. + </p> + <p> + "This is your place, Betty. You are lord of Christmas morning." + </p> + <p> + Betty stood, blushing, red as the holly in her hand, before the breakfast + table. Miss Hyle, the teacher at the head of the table, had given up her + place. + </p> + <p> + The breakfast was a merry one. After it somebody suggested that they all + go skating on the pond. + </p> + <p> + Betty hesitated and glanced at Miss Hyle and Miss Thrasher, the two + sad-looking teachers. + </p> + <p> + She approached them and said, "Won't you come skating, too?" + </p> + <p> + Miss Thrasher, hardly older than Betty herself, and pretty in a white + frightened way, refused, but almost cheerfully. "I have a Christmas box to + open and Christmas letters to write. Thank you very much." + </p> + <p> + Betty's heart sank as she saw Miss Hyle's face. "Goodness, she's coming!" + </p> + <p> + Miss Hyle was the most unpopular teacher in school. Neither ill-tempered + nor harsh, she was so cold, remote and rigid in face, voice, and manner + that the warmest blooded shivered away from her, the least sensitive + shrank. + </p> + <p> + "I have no skates, but I should like to borrow a pair to learn, if I may. + I have never tried," she said. + </p> + <p> + The tragedies of a beginner on skates are to the observers, especially if + such be school-girls, subjects for unalloyed mirth. The nine girls choked + and turned their backs and even giggled aloud as Miss Hyle went prone, now + backward with a whack, now forward in a limp crumple. + </p> + <p> + But amusement became admiration. Miss Hyle stumbled, fell, laughed + merrily, scrambled up, struck out, and skated. Presently she was swinging + up the pond in stroke with Betty and Eleanor O'Neill. + </p> + <p> + "Miss Hyle, you're great!" cried Betty, at the end of the morning. "I've + taught dozens and scores to skate, but never anybody like you. You've a + genius for skating." + </p> + <p> + Miss Hyle's blue eyes shot a sudden flash at Betty that made her whole + severe face light up. "I've never had a chance to learn—at home + there never is any ice—but I have always been athletic." + </p> + <p> + "Where is your home, Miss Hyle?" asked Betty. + </p> + <p> + "Cawnpore, India." + </p> + <p> + "India?" gasped Eleanor. "How delightful! Oh, won't you tell us about it, + Miss Hyle?" + </p> + <p> + So it was that Miss Hyle found herself talking about something besides + triangles to girls who really wanted to hear, and so it was that the flash + came often into her eyes. + </p> + <p> + "I have had a happy morning, thank you, Betty—and all." She said it + very simply, yet a quick throb of pity and liking beat in Betty's heart. + </p> + <p> + "How stupid we are about judging people!" she thought. Yet Betty had + always prided herself on her character-reading. + </p> + <p> + "Hurrah, the mail and express are in!" The girls ran excitedly to their + rooms. + </p> + <p> + Betty alone went to hers without interest. "Why, Hilma, what's happened?" + </p> + <p> + The little round-faced Swedish maid mopped the big tears with her duster, + and choked out: + </p> + <p> + "Nothings, ma'am!" + </p> + <p> + "Of course there is! You're crying like everything." + </p> + <p> + Hilma wept aloud. "Christmas Day it is, and mine family and mine friends + have party, now, all day." + </p> + <p> + "Where?" + </p> + <p> + Hilma jerked her head toward the window. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you mean in town? Why can't you go?" + </p> + <p> + "I work. And never before am I from home Christmas day." + </p> + <p> + Betty shivered. "Never before am <i>I</i> from home Christmas day," she + whispered. + </p> + <p> + She went close to the girl, very tall and slim and bright beside the + dumpy, flaxen Hilma. + </p> + <p> + "What work do you do?" + </p> + <p> + "The cook, he cooks the dinner and the supper; I put it on and wait it on + the young ladies and wash the dishes. The others all are gone." + </p> + <p> + Betty laughed suddenly. "Hilma, go put on your best clothes, quick, and go + down to your party. I'm going to do your work." + </p> + <p> + Hilma's eyes rounded with amazement. "The cook, he be mad." + </p> + <p> + "No, he won't. He won't care whether it's Hilma or Betty, if things get + done all right. I know how to wait on table and wash dishes. There's no + housekeeper here to object. Run along, Hilma; be back by nine o'clock—and—Merry + Christmas!" + </p> + <p> + Hilma's face beamed through her tears. She was speechless with joy, but + she seized Betty's slim brown hand and kissed it loudly. + </p> + <p> + "What larks!" "Is it a joke?" "Betty, you're the handsomest butler!" + </p> + <p> + Betty, in a white shirt-waist suit, a jolly red bow pinned on her white + apron, and a little cap cocked on her dark hair, waved them to their seats + at the holly-decked table. + </p> + <p> + "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" + </p> + <p> + "Nobody is ill, Betty?" Rosamond asked, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "If I had three guesses, I should use every one that our maid wanted to go + into town for the day, and Betty took her place." It was Miss Hyle's calm + voice. + </p> + <p> + Betty blushed. It was her turn now to flash back a glance; and those two + sparks kindled the fire of friendship. + </p> + <p> + It was a jolly Christmas dinner, with the "butler" eating with the family. + </p> + <p> + "And now the dishes!" thought Betty. It must be admitted the "washing up" + after a Christmas dinner of twelve is not a subject for much joy. + </p> + <p> + "I propose we all help Betty wash the dishes!" cried Rosamond Howitt. + </p> + <p> + Out in the kitchen every one laughed and talked and got in the way, and + had a good time; and if the milk pitcher was knocked on the floor and the + pudding bowl emptied in Betty's lap—why, it was all "Merry + Christmas." + </p> + <p> + After that they all skated again. When they came in, little Miss Thrasher, + looking almost gay in a rose-red gown, met them in the corridor. + </p> + <p> + "I thought it would be fun," she said, shyly, "to have supper in my room. + I have a big box from home. I couldn't possible eat all the things myself, + and if you'll bring chafing-dishes and spoons, and those things, I'll cook + it, and we can sit round my open fire." + </p> + <p> + Miss Thrasher's room was homelike, with its fire of white-birch and its + easy chairs, and Miss Thrasher herself proved to be a pleasant hostess. + </p> + <p> + After supper Miss Hyle told a tale of India, Miss Thrasher gave a Rocky + Mountain adventure, and the girls contributed ghost and burglar stories + till each guest was in a thrill of delightful horror. + </p> + <p> + "We've had really a fine day!" + </p> + <p> + "I expected to die of homesickness, but it's been jolly!" + </p> + <p> + "So did I, but I have actually been happy." + </p> + <p> + Thus the girls commented as they started for bed. + </p> + <p> + "I have enjoyed my day," said little Miss Thrasher, "very much." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, indeed, it's been a merry Christmas." Miss Hyle spoke almost + eagerly. + </p> + <p> + Betty gave a little jump; she realized each one of them was holding her + hand and pressing it a little. "Thank you, it's been a lovely evening. + Goodnight." + </p> + <p> + Rosamond had invited Betty to share her roommate's bed, but both girls + were too tired and sleepy for any confidence. + </p> + <p> + "It's been the queerest Christmas!" thought Betty, as she drifted toward + sleep. "Why, I haven't given one single soul one single present!" + </p> + <p> + Yet she smiled, drowsily happy, and then the room seemed to fill with a + bright, warm light, and round the bed there danced a great Christmas + wreath, made up of the faces of the three O'Neills, and the thin old + rector, with his white hair, and pretty Rosamond, and frightened Miss + Thrasher and the homesick girls, and lonely Miss Hyle, and tear-dimmed + Hilma. + </p> + <p> + And all the faces smiled and nodded, and called, "Merry Christmas, Betty, + Merry Christmas!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XIX. OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS + </h2> + <h3> + J.H. EWING + </h3> + <p> + "The custom of Christmas-trees came from Germany. I can remember when they + were first introduced into England, and what wonderful things we thought + them. Now, every village school has its tree, and the scholars openly + discuss whether the presents have been 'good,' or 'mean,' as compared with + other trees in former years. The first one that I ever saw I believed to + have come from Good Father Christmas himself; but little boys have grown + too wise now to be taken in for their own amusement. They are not excited + by secret and mysterious preparations in the back drawing-room; they + hardly confess to the thrill—which I feel to this day—when the + folding doors are thrown open, and amid the blaze of tapers, mamma, like a + Fate, advances with her scissors to give every one what falls to his lot. + </p> + <p> + "Well, young people, when I was eight years old I had not seen a + Christmas-tree, and the first picture of one I ever saw was the picture of + that held by Old Father Christmas in my godmother's picture-book." + </p> + <p> + '"What are those things on the tree?' I asked. + </p> + <p> + "'Candles,' said my father. + </p> + <p> + "'No, father, not the candles; the other things?' + </p> + <p> + "'Those are toys, my son.' + </p> + <p> + "'Are they ever taken off?' + </p> + <p> + "'Yes, they are taken off, and given to the children who stand around the + tree.' + </p> + <p> + "Patty and I grasped each other by the hand, and with one voice murmured; + 'How kind of Old Father Christmas!' + </p> + <p> + "By and by I asked, 'How old is Father Christmas?' + </p> + <p> + "My father laughed, and said, 'One thousand eight hundred and thirty + years, child,' which was then the year of our Lord, and thus one thousand + eight hundred and thirty years since the first great Christmas Day. + </p> + <p> + "'He LOOKS very old,' whispered Patty. + </p> + <p> + "And I, who was, for my age, what Kitty called 'Bible-learned,' said + thoughtfully, and with some puzzledness of mind, 'Then he's older than + Methuselah.' + </p> + <p> + "But my father had left the room, and did not hear my difficulty. + </p> + <p> + "November and December went by, and still the picture-book kept all its + charm for Patty and me; and we pondered on and loved Old Father Christmas + as children can love and realize a fancy friend. To those who remember the + fancies of their childhood I need say no more. + </p> + <p> + "Christmas week came, Christmas Eve came. My father and mother were + mysteriously and unaccountably busy in the parlour (we had only one + parlour), and Patty and I were not allowed to go in. We went into the + kitchen, but even here was no place of rest for us. Kitty was 'all over + the place,' as she phrased it, and cakes, mince pies, and puddings were + with her. As she justly observed, 'There was no place there for children + and books to sit with their toes in the fire, when a body wanted to be at + the oven all along. The cat was enough for HER temper,' she added. + </p> + <p> + "As to puss, who obstinately refused to take a hint which drove her out + into the Christmas frost, she returned again and again with soft steps, + and a stupidity that was, I think, affected, to the warm hearth, only to + fly at intervals, like a football, before Kitty's hasty slipper. + </p> + <p> + "We had more sense, or less courage. We bowed to Kitty's behests, and went + to the back door. + </p> + <p> + "Patty and I were hardy children, and accustomed to 'run out' in all + weathers, without much extra wrapping up. We put Kitty's shawl over our + two heads, and went outside. I rather hoped to see something of Dick, for + it was holiday time; but no Dick passed. He was busy helping his father to + bore holes in the carved seats of the church, which were to hold sprigs of + holly for the morrow—that was the idea of church decoration in my + young days. You have improved on your elders there, young people, and I am + candid enough to allow it. Still, the sprigs of red and green were better + than nothing, and, like your lovely wreaths and pious devices, they made + one feel as if the old black wood were bursting into life and leaf again + for very Christmas joy; and, if only one knelt carefully, they did not + scratch his nose. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Dick was busy, and not to be seen. We ran across the little yard + and looked over the wall at the end to see if we could see anything or + anybody. From this point there was a pleasant meadow field sloping + prettily away to a little hill about three quarters of a mile distant; + which, catching some fine breezes from the moors beyond, was held to be a + place of cure for whooping-cough, or kincough, as it was vulgarly called. + Up to the top of this Kitty had dragged me, and carried Patty, when we + were recovering from the complaint, as I well remember. It was the only + 'change of air' we could afford, and I dare say it did as well as if we + had gone into badly drained lodgings at the seaside. + </p> + <p> + "This hill was now covered with snow and stood off against the gray sky. + The white fields looked vast and dreary in the dusk. The only gay things + to be seen were the berries on the holly hedge, in the little lane—which, + running by the end of our back-yard, led up to the Hall—and the fat + robin, that was staring at me. I was looking at the robin, when Patty, who + had been peering out of her corner of Kitty's shawl, gave a great jump + that dragged the shawl from our heads, and cried: + </p> + <p> + "'Look!' + </p> + <p> + "I looked. An old man was coming along the lane. His hair and beard were + as white as cotton-wool. He had a face like the sort of apple that keeps + well in winter; his coat was old and brown. There was snow about him in + patches, and he carried a small fir-tree. + </p> + <p> + "The same conviction seized upon us both. With one breath, we exclaimed, + 'IT'S OLD FATHER CHRISTMAS!' + </p> + <p> + "I know now that it was only an old man of the place, with whom we did not + happen to be acquainted and that he was taking a little fir-tree up to the + Hall, to be made into a Christmas-tree. He was a very good-humoured old + fellow, and rather deaf, for which he made up by smiling and nodding his + head a good deal, and saying, 'aye, aye, to be sure!' at likely intervals. + </p> + <p> + "As he passed us and met our earnest gaze, he smiled and nodded so + earnestly that I was bold enough to cry, 'Good-evening, Father Christmas!' + </p> + <p> + "'Same to you!' said he, in a high-pitched voice. + </p> + <p> + "'Then you ARE Father Christmas?' said Patty. + </p> + <p> + "'And a happy New Year,' was Father Christmas's reply, which rather put me + out. But he smiled in such a satisfactory manner that Patty went on, + 'You're very old, aren't you?' + </p> + <p> + "'So I be, miss, so I be,' said Father Christmas, nodding. + </p> + <p> + "'Father says you're eighteen hundred and thirty years old,' I muttered. + </p> + <p> + "'Aye, aye, to be sure,' said Father Christmas. 'I'm a long age.' + </p> + <p> + "A VERY long age, thought I, and I added, 'You're nearly twice as old as + Methuselah, you know,' thinking that this might have struck him. + </p> + <p> + "'Aye, aye,' said Father Christmas; but he did not seem to think anything + of it. After a pause he held up the tree, and cried, 'D'ye know what this + is, little miss?' + </p> + <p> + "'A Christmas-tree,' said Patty. + </p> + <p> + "And the old man smiled and nodded. + </p> + <p> + "I leant over the wall, and shouted, 'But there are no candles.' + </p> + <p> + "'By and by,' said Father Christmas, nodding as before. 'When it's dark + they'll all be lighted up. That'll be a fine sight!' + </p> + <p> + "'Toys, too,there'll be, won't there?' said Patty. + </p> + <p> + "Father Christmas nodded his head. 'And sweeties,' he added, expressively. + </p> + <p> + "I could feel Patty trembling, and my own heart beat fast. The thought + which agitated us both was this: 'Was Father Christmas bringing the tree + to us?' But very anxiety, and some modesty also, kept us from asking + outright. + </p> + <p> + "Only when the old man shouldered his tree, and prepared to move on, I + cried in despair, 'Oh, are you going?' + </p> + <p> + "'I'm coming back by and by,' said he. + </p> + <p> + "'How soon?' cried Patty. + </p> + <p> + "'About four o'clock,' said the old man smiling. 'I'm only going up + yonder.' + </p> + <p> + "'Up yonder!' This puzzled us. Father Christmas had pointed, but so + indefinitely that he might have been pointing to the sky, or the fields, + or the little wood at the end of the Squire's grounds. I thought the + latter, and suggested to Patty that perhaps he had some place underground + like Aladdin's cave, where he got the candles, and all the pretty things + for the tree. This idea pleased us both, and we amused ourselves by + wondering what Old Father Christmas would choose for us from his stores in + that wonderful hole where he dressed his Christmas-trees. + </p> + <p> + "'I wonder, Patty,' said I, 'why there's no picture of Father Christmas's + dog in the book.' For at the old man's heels in the lane there crept a + little brown and white spaniel looking very dirty in the snow. + </p> + <p> + "'Perhaps it's a new dog that he's got to take care of his cave,' said + Patty. + </p> + <p> + "When we went indoors we examined the picture afresh by the dim light from + the passage window, but there was no dog there. + </p> + <p> + "My father passed us at this moment, and patted my head. 'Father,' said I, + 'I don't know, but I do think Old Father Christmas is going to bring us a + Christmas-tree to-night.' + </p> + <p> + "'Who's been telling you that?' said my father. + </p> + <p> + "But he passed on before I could explain that we had seen Father Christmas + himself, and had had his word for it that he would return at four o'clock, + and that the candles on his tree would be lighted as soon as it was dark. + </p> + <p> + "We hovered on the outskirts of the rooms till four o'clock came. We sat + on the stairs and watched the big clock, which I was just learning to + read; and Patty made herself giddy with constantly looking up and counting + the four strokes, toward which the hour hand slowly moved. We put our + noses into the kitchen now and then, to smell the cakes and get warm, and + anon we hung about the parlour door, and were most unjustly accused of + trying to peep. What did we care what our mother was doing in the parlour?—we, + who had seen Old Father Christmas himself, and were expecting him back + again every moment! + </p> + <p> + "At last the church clock struck. The sounds boomed heavily through the + frost, and Patty thought there were four of them. Then, after due choking + and whirring, our own clock struck, and we counted the strokes quite + clearly—one! two! three! four! Then we got Kitty's shawl once more, + and stole out into the backyard. We ran to our old place, and peeped, but + could see nothing. + </p> + <p> + "'We'd better get up on to the wall,' I said; and with some difficulty and + distress from rubbing her bare knees against the cold stone, and getting + the snow up her sleeves, Patty got on to the coping of the little wall. I + was just struggling after her, when something warm and something cold + coming suddenly against the bare calves of my legs made me shriek with + fright. I came down 'with a run' and bruised my knees, my elbows, and my + chin; and the snow that hadn't gone up Patty's sleeves went down my neck. + Then I found that the cold thing was a dog's nose and the warm thing was + his tongue; and Patty cried from her post of observation, 'It's Father + Christmas's dog and he's licking your legs.' + </p> + <p> + "It really was the dirty little brown and white spaniel, and he persisted + in licking me, and jumping on me, and making curious little noises, that + must have meant something if one had known his language. I was rather + harassed at the moment. My legs were sore, I was a little afraid of the + dog, and Patty was very much afraid of sitting on the wall without me. + </p> + <p> + "'You won't fall,' I said to her. 'Get down, will you?' I said to the dog. + </p> + <p> + "'Humpty Dumpty fell off a wall,' said Patty. + </p> + <p> + "'Bow! wow!' said the dog. + </p> + <p> + "I pulled Patty down, and the dog tried to pull me down; but when my + little sister was on her feet, to my relief, he transferred his attentions + to her. When he had jumped at her, and licked her several times, he turned + around and ran away. + </p> + <p> + "'He's gone,' said I; 'I'm so glad.' + </p> + <p> + "But even as I spoke he was back again, crouching at Patty's feet, and + glaring at her with eyes the colour of his ears. + </p> + <p> + "Now, Patty was very fond of animals, and when the dog looked at her she + looked at the dog, and then she said to me, 'He wants us to go with him.' + </p> + <p> + "On which (as if he understood our language, though we were ignorant of + his) the spaniel sprang away, and went off as hard as he could; and Patty + and I went after him, a dim hope crossing my mind—'Perhaps Father + Christmas has sent him for us.' + </p> + <p> + "The idea was rather favoured by the fact he led us up the lane. Only a + little way; then he stopped by something lying in the ditch—and once + more we cried in the same breath, 'It's Old Father Christmas!' + </p> + <p> + "Returning from the Hall, the old man had slipped upon a bit of ice, and + lay stunned in the snow. + </p> + <p> + "Patty began to cry. 'I think he's dead!' she sobbed. + </p> + <p> + "'He is so very old, I don't wonder,' I murmured; 'but perhaps he's not. + I'll fetch father.' + </p> + <p> + "My father and Kitty were soon on the spot. Kitty was as strong as a man; + and they carried Father Christmas between them into the kitchen. There he + quickly revived. + </p> + <p> + "I must do Kitty the justice to say that she did not utter a word of + complaint at the disturbance of her labours; and that she drew the old + man's chair close up to the oven with her own hand. She was so much + affected by the behaviour of his dog that she admitted him even to the + hearth; on which puss, being acute enough to see how matters stood, lay + down with her back so close to the spaniel's that Kitty could not expel + one without kicking both. + </p> + <p> + "For our parts, we felt sadly anxious about the tree; otherwise we could + have wished for no better treat than to sit at Kitty's round table taking + tea with Father Christmas. Our usual fare of thick bread and treacle was + to-night exchanged for a delicious variety of cakes, which were none the + worse to us for being 'tasters and wasters'—that is, little bits of + dough, or shortbread, put in to try the state of the oven, and certain + cakes that had got broken or burnt in the baking. + </p> + <p> + "Well, there we sat, helping Old Father Christmas to tea and cake, and + wondering in our hearts what could have become of the tree. + </p> + <p> + "Patty and I felt a delicacy in asking Old Father Christmas about the + tree. It was not until we had had tea three times round, with tasters and + wasters to match, that Patty said very gently: 'It's quite dark now.' And + then she heaved a deep sigh. + </p> + <p> + "Burning anxiety overcame me. I leaned toward Father Christmas, and + shouted—I had found out that it was needful to shout—"'I + suppose the candles are on the tree now?' + </p> + <p> + "'Just about putting of 'em on,' said Father Christmas. + </p> + <p> + "'And the presents, too?' said Patty. + </p> + <p> + "'Aye, aye, TO be sure,' said Father Christmas, and he smiled + delightfully. + </p> + <p> + "I was thinking what further questions I might venture upon, when he + pushed his cup toward Patty saying, 'Since you are so pressing, miss, I'll + take another dish.' + </p> + <p> + "And Kitty, swooping on us from the oven, cried, 'Make yourself at home, + sir; there's more where these came from. Make a long arm, Miss Patty, and + hand them cakes.' + </p> + <p> + "So we had to devote ourselves to the duties of the table; and Patty, + holding the lid with one hand and pouring with the other, supplied Father + Christmas's wants with a heavy heart. + </p> + <p> + "At last he was satisfied. I said grace, during which he stood, and, + indeed, he stood for some time afterward with his eyes shut—I fancy + under the impression that I was still speaking. He had just said a fervent + 'amen,' and reseated himself, when my father put his head into the + kitchen, and made this remarkable statement: + </p> + <p> + "'Old Father Christmas has sent a tree to the young people.' + </p> + <p> + "Patty and I uttered a cry of delight, and we forthwith danced round the + old man, saying, 'How nice; Oh, how kind of you!' which I think must have + bewildered him, but he only smiled and nodded. + </p> + <p> + "'Come along,' said my father. 'Come, children. Come, Reuben. Come, + Kitty.' + </p> + <p> + "And he went into the parlour, and we all followed him. + </p> + <p> + "My godmother's picture of a Christmas-tree was very pretty; and the + flames of the candles were so naturally done in red and yellow that I + always wondered that they did not shine at night. But the picture was + nothing to the reality. We had been sitting almost in the dark, for, as + Kitty said, 'Firelight was quite enough to burn at meal-times.' And when + the parlour door was thrown open, and the tree, with lighted tapers on all + the branches, burst upon our view, the blaze was dazzling, and threw such + a glory round the little gifts, and the bags of coloured muslin, with acid + drops and pink rose drops and comfits inside, as I shall never forget. We + all got something; and Patty and I, at any rate, believed that the things + came from the stores of Old Father Christmas. We were not undeceived even + by his gratefully accepting a bundle of old clothes which had been hastily + put together to form his present. + </p> + <p> + "We were all very happy; even Kitty, I think, though she kept her sleeves + rolled up, and seemed rather to grudge enjoying herself (a weak point in + some energetic characters). She went back to her oven before the lights + were out and the angel on the top of the tree taken down. She locked up + her present (a little work-box) at once. She often showed it off + afterward, but it was kept in the same bit of tissue paper till she died. + Our presents certainly did not last so long! + </p> + <p> + "The old man died about a week afterward, so we never made his + acquaintance as a common personage. When he was buried, his little dog + came to us. I suppose he remembered the hospitality he had received. Patty + adopted him, and he was very faithful. Puss always looked on him with + favour. I hoped during our rambles together in the following summer that + he would lead us at last to the cave where Christmas-trees are dressed. + But he never did. + </p> + <p> + "Our parents often spoke of his late master as 'old Reuben,' but children + are not easily disabused of a favourite fancy, and in Patty's thoughts and + in mine the old man was long gratefully remembered as Old Father + Christmas." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XX. A CHRISTMAS CAROL + </h2> + <h3> + CHARLES DICKENS + </h3> + <p> + Master Peter, and the two ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch the + goose, with which they soon returned in high procession. + </p> + <p> + Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all + birds; a feathered phenomenon, to which a black swan was a matter of + course—and in truth it was something very like it in that house. + Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) + hissing hot; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour; Miss + Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob + took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table; the two young + Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and + mounting guard upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest + they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped. At last + the dishes were set on, and grace was said. It was succeeded by a + breathless pause, as Mrs. Cratchit, looking slowly all along the + carving-knife, prepared to plunge it in the breast; but when she did, and + when the long expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of + delight arose all round the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two + young Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife, and + feebly cried Hurrah! + </p> + <p> + There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't believe there ever was + such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were + the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by the apple-sauce and mashed + potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. + Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon + the dish), they hadn't ate it all at last! Yet every one had had enough, + and the youngest Cratchits in particular, were steeped in sage and onion + to the eyebrows! But now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. + Cratchit left the room alone—too nervous to bear witnesses—to + take the pudding up and bring it in. + </p> + <p> + Suppose it should not be done enough! Suppose it should break in turning + out. Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the back-yard and + stolen it, while they were merry with the goose—a supposition at + which the two young Cratchits became livid! All sorts of horrors were + supposed. + </p> + <p> + Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell + like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a + pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to + that! That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered—flushed, + but smiling proudly—with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, + so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, + and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top. + </p> + <p> + Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he + regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their + marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she + would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. + Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was + at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been, flat heresy + to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing. + </p> + <p> + At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, + and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered + perfect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovel-full of + chestnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth, + in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one; and at Bob + Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glasses. Two tumblers, and a + custard-cup without a handle. + </p> + <p> + These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden goblets + would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the + chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. Then Bob proposed: + </p> + <p> + "A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!" + </p> + <p> + Which all the family re-echoed. + </p> + <p> + "God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXI. HOW CHRISTMAS CAME TO THE SANTA MARIA FLATS* + </h2> + <p> + * From "Ickery Ann and Other Girls and Boys," by Elia W. Peattie. + Copyright, 1898, by Herbert S. Stone & Co., Duffield & Co., + successors. + </p> + <p> + ELIA W. PEATTIE + </p> + <p> + There were twenty-six flat children, and none of them had ever been flat + children until that year. Previously they had all been home children. and + as such had, of course, had beautiful Christmases, in which their + relations with Santa Claus had been of the most intimate and personal + nature. + </p> + <p> + Now, owing to their residence in the Santa Maria flats, and the Lease, all + was changed. The Lease was a strange forbiddance, a ukase issued by a + tyrant, which took from children their natural liberties and rights. + </p> + <p> + Though, to be sure—as every one of the flat children knew—they + were in the greatest kind of luck to be allowed to live at all, and + especially were they fortunate past the lot of children to be permitted to + live in a flat. There were many flats in the great city, so polished and + carved and burnished and be-lackeyed that children were not allowed to + enter within the portals, save on visits of ceremony in charge of parents + or governesses. And in one flat, where Cecil de Koven le Baron was born—just + by accident and without intending any harm—he was evicted, along + with his parents, by the time he reached the age where he seemed likely to + be graduated from the go-cart. And yet that flat had not nearly so + imposing a name as the Santa Maria. + </p> + <p> + The twenty-six children of the Santa Maria flats belonged to twenty + families. All of these twenty families were peculiar, as you might learn + any day by interviewing the families concerning one another. But they bore + with each other's peculiarities quite cheerfully and spoke in the hall + when they met. Sometimes this tolerance would even extend to conversation + about the janitor, a thin creature who did the work of five men. The + ladies complained that he never smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't so much mind the hot water pipes leaking now and then," the + ladies would remark in the vestibule, rustling their skirts to show that + they wore silk petticoats, "if only the janitor would smile. But he looks + like a cemetery." + </p> + <p> + "I know it," would be the response. "I told Mr. Wilberforce last night + that if he would only get a cheerful janitor I wouldn't mind our having + rubber instead of Axminster on the stairs." + </p> + <p> + "You know we were promised Axminster when we moved in," would be the + plaintive response. The ladies would stand together for a moment wrapped + in gloomy reflection, and then part. + </p> + <p> + The kitchen and nurse maids felt on the subject, too. + </p> + <p> + "If Carl Carlsen would only smile," they used to exclaim in sibilant + whispers, as they passed on the way to the laundry. "If he'd come in an' + joke while we wus washin'!" + </p> + <p> + Only Kara Johnson never said anything on the subject because she knew why + Carlsen didn't smile, and was sorry for it, and would have made it all + right—if it hadn't been for Lars Larsen. + </p> + <p> + Dear, dear, but this is a digression from the subject of the Lease. That + terrible document was held over the heads of the children as the Herodian + pronunciamento concerning small boys was over the heads of the Israelites. + </p> + <p> + It was in the Lease not to run—not to jump—not to yell. It was + in the Lease not to sing in the halls, not to call from story to story, + not to slide down the banisters. And there were blocks of banisters so + smooth and wide and beautiful that the attraction between them and the + seats of the little boy's trousers was like the attraction of a magnet for + a nail. Yet not a leg, crooked or straight, fat or thin, was ever to be + thrown over these polished surfaces! + </p> + <p> + It was in the Lease, too, that no peddler or agent, or suspicious stranger + was to enter the Santa Maria, neither by the front door nor the back. The + janitor stood in his uniform at the rear, and the lackey in his uniform at + the front, to prevent any such intrusion upon the privacy of the + aristocratic Santa Marias. The lackey, who politely directed people, and + summoned elevators, and whistled up tubes and rang bells, thus conducting + the complex social life of those favoured apartments, was not one to make + a mistake, and admit any person not calculated to ornament the front + parlours of the flatters. + </p> + <p> + It was this that worried the children. + </p> + <p> + For how could such a dear, disorderly, democratic rascal as the children's + saint ever hope to gain a pass to that exclusive entrance and get up to + the rooms of the flat children? + </p> + <p> + "You can see for yourself," said Ernest, who lived on the first floor, to + Roderick who lived on the fourth, "that if Santa Claus can't get up the + front stairs, and can't get up the back stairs, that all he can do is to + come down the chimney. And he can't come down the chimney—at least, + he can't get out of the fireplace." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" asked Roderick, who was busy with an "all-day sucker" and not + inclined to take a gloomy view of anything. + </p> + <p> + "Goosey!" cried Ernest, in great disdain. "I'll show you!" and he led + Roderick, with his sucker, right into the best parlour, where the + fireplace was, and showed him an awful thing. + </p> + <p> + Of course, to the ordinary observer, there was nothing awful about the + fireplace. Everything in the way of bric-a-brac possessed by the Santa + Maria flatters was artistic. It may have been in the Lease that only + people with esthetic tastes were to be admitted to the apartments. However + that may be, the fireplace, with its vases and pictures and trinkets, was + something quite wonderful. Indian incense burned in a mysterious little + dish, pictures of purple ladies were hung in odd corners, calendars in + letters nobody could read, served to decorate, if not to educate, and + glass vases of strange colours and extraordinary shapes stood about filled + with roses. None of these things were awful. At least no one would have + dared say they were. But what was awful was the formation of the grate. It + was not a hospitable place with andirons, where noble logs of wood could + be laid for the burning, nor did it have a generous iron basket where + honest anthracite could glow away into the nights. Not a bit of it. It + held a vertical plate of stuff that looked like dirty cotton wool, on + which a tiny blue flame leaped when the gas was turned on and ignited. + </p> + <p> + "You can see for yourself!" said Ernest tragically. + </p> + <p> + Roderick could see for himself. There was an inch-wide opening down which + the Friend of the Children could squeeze himself, and, as everybody knows, + he needs a good deal of room now, for he has grown portly with age, and + his pack every year becomes bigger, owing to the ever-increasing number of + girls and boys he has to supply + </p> + <p> + "Gimini!" said Roderick, and dropped his all-day sucker on the old Bokara + rug that Ernest's mamma had bought the week before at a fashionable + furnishing shop, and which had given the sore throat to all the family, + owing to some cunning little germs that had come over with the rug to see + what American throats were like. + </p> + <p> + Oh, me, yes! but Roderick could see! Anybody could see! And a boy could + see better than anybody. + </p> + <p> + "Let's go see the Telephone Boy," said Roderick. This seemed the wisest + thing to do. When in doubt, all the children went to the Telephone Boy, + who was the most fascinating person, with knowledge of the most wonderful + kind and of a nature to throw that of Mrs. Scheherazade quite, quite in + the shade—which, considering how long that loquacious lady had been + a Shade, is perhaps not surprising. + </p> + <p> + The Telephone Boy knew the answers to all the conundrums in the world, and + a way out of nearly all troubles such as are likely to overtake boys and + girls. But now he had no suggestions to offer and could speak no + comfortable words. + </p> + <p> + "He can't git inter de front, an' he can't git inter de back, an' he can't + come down no chimney in dis here house, an' I tell yer dose," he said, and + shut his mouth grimly, while cold apprehension crept around Ernest's heart + and took the sweetness out of Roderick's sucker. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, hope springs eternal, and the boys each and individually + asked their fathers—tremendously wise and good men—if they + thought there was any hope that Santa Claus would get into the Santa Maria + flats, and each of the fathers looked up from his paper and said he'd be + blessed if he did! + </p> + <p> + And the words sunk deep and deep and drew the tears when the doors were + closed and the soft black was all about and nobody could laugh because a + boy was found crying! The girls cried too—for the awful news was + whistled up tubes and whistled down tubes, till all the twenty-six flat + children knew about it. The next day it was talked over in the brick + court, where the children used to go to shout and race. But on this day + there was neither shouting nor racing. There was, instead, a shaking of + heads, a surreptitious dropping of tears, a guessing and protesting and + lamenting. All the flat mothers congratulated themselves on the fact that + their children were becoming so quiet and orderly, and wondered what could + have come over them when they noted that they neglected to run after the + patrol wagon as it whizzed round the block. + </p> + <p> + It was decided, after a solemn talk, that every child should go to its own + fireplace and investigate. In the event of any fireplace being found with + an opening big enough to admit Santa Claus, a note could be left directing + him along the halls to the other apartments. A spirit of universal + brotherhood had taken possession of the Santa Maria flatters. Misery bound + them together. But the investigation proved to be disheartening. The cruel + asbestos grates were everywhere. Hope lay strangled! + </p> + <p> + As time went on, melancholy settled upon the flat children. The parents + noted it, and wondered if there could be sewer gas in the apartments. One + over-anxious mother called in a physician, who gave the poor little child + some medicine which made it quite ill. No one suspected the truth, though + the children were often heard to say that it was evident that there was to + be no Christmas for them! But then, what more natural for a child to say, + thus hoping to win protestations—so the mothers reasoned, and let + the remark pass. + </p> + <p> + The day before Christmas was gray and dismal. There was no wind—indeed, + there was a sort of tightness in the air, as if the supply of freshness + had given out. People had headaches—even the Telephone Boy was cross—and + none of the spirit of the time appeared to enliven the flat children. + There appeared to be no stir—no mystery. No whisperings went on in + the corners—or at least, so it seemed to the sad babies of the Santa + Maria. + </p> + <p> + "It's as plain as a monkey on a hand-organ," said the Telephone Boy to the + attendants at his salon in the basement, "that there ain't to be no + Christmas for we—no, not for we!" + </p> + <p> + Had not Dorothy produced, at this junction, from the folds of her fluffy + silken skirts several substantial sticks of gum, there is no saying to + what depths of discouragement the flat children would have fallen! + </p> + <p> + About six o'clock it seemed as if the children would smother for lack of + air! It was very peculiar. Even the janitor noticed it. He spoke about it + to Kara at the head of the back stairs, and she held her hand so as to let + him see the new silver ring on her fourth finger, and he let go of the + rope on the elevator on which he was standing and dropped to the bottom of + the shaft, so that Kara sent up a wild hallo of alarm. But the janitor + emerged as melancholy and unruffled as ever, only looking at his watch to + see if it had been stopped by the concussion. + </p> + <p> + The Telephone Boy, who usually got a bit of something hot sent down to him + from one of the tables, owing to the fact that he never ate any meal save + breakfast at home, was quite forgotten on this day, and dined off two + russet apples, and drew up his belt to stop the ache—for the + Telephone Boy was growing very fast indeed, in spite of his poverty, and + couldn't seem to stop growing somehow, although he said to himself every + day that it was perfectly brutal of him to keep on that way when his + mother had so many mouths to feed. + </p> + <p> + Well, well, the tightness of the air got worse. Every one was cross at + dinner and complained of feeling tired afterward, and of wanting to go to + bed. For all of that it was not to get to sleep, and the children tossed + and tumbled for a long time before they put their little hands in the big, + soft shadowy clasp of the Sandman, and trooped away after him to the happy + town of sleep. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to the flat children that they had been asleep but a few moments + when there came a terrible burst of wind that shook even that great house + to its foundations. Actually, as they sat up in bed and called to their + parents or their nurses, their voices seemed smothered with roar. Could it + be that the wind was a great wild beast with a hundred tongues which + licked at the roof of the building? And how many voices must it have to + bellow as it did? + </p> + <p> + Sounds of falling glass, of breaking shutters, of crashing chimneys + greeted their ears—not that they knew what all these sounds meant. + They only knew that it seemed as if the end of the world had come. Ernest, + miserable as he was, wondered if the Telephone Boy had gotten safely home, + or if he were alone in the draughty room in the basement; and Roderick + hugged his big brother, who slept with him and said, "Now I lay me," three + times running, as fast as ever his tongue would say it. + </p> + <p> + After a terrible time the wind settled down into a steady howl like a + hungry wolf, and the children went to sleep, worn out with fright and + conscious that the bedclothes could not keep out the cold. + </p> + <p> + Dawn came. The children awoke, shivering. They sat up in bed and looked + about them—yes, they did, the whole twenty-six of them in their + different apartments and their different homes. And what do you suppose + they saw—what do you suppose the twenty-six flat children saw as + they looked about them? + </p> + <p> + Why, stockings, stuffed full, and trees hung full, and boxes packed full! + Yes, they did! It was Christmas morning, and the bells were ringing, and + all the little flat children were laughing, for Santa Claus had come! He + had really come! In the wind and wild weather, while the tongues of the + wind licked hungrily at the roof, while the wind howled like a hungry + wolf, he had crept in somehow and laughing, no doubt, and chuckling, + without question, he had filled the stockings and the trees and the boxes! + Dear me, dear me, but it was a happy time! It makes me out of breath to + think what a happy time it was, and how surprised the flat children were, + and how they wondered how it could ever have happened. + </p> + <p> + But they found out, of course! It happened in the simplest way! Every + skylight in the place was blown off and away, and that was how the wind + howled so, and how the bedclothes would not keep the children warm, and + how Santa Claus got in. The wind corkscrewed down into these holes, and + the reckless children with their drums and dolls, their guns and toy + dishes, danced around in the maelstrom and sang: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Here's where Santa Claus came! + This is how he got in— + We should count it a sin + Yes, count it a shame, + If it hurt when he fell on the floor." +</pre> + <p> + Roderick's sister, who was clever for a child of her age, and who had read + Monte Cristo ten times, though she was only eleven, wrote this poem, which + every one thought very fine. + </p> + <p> + And of course all the parents thought and said that Santa Claus must have + jumped down the skylights. By noon there were other skylights put in, and + not a sign left of the way he made his entrance—not that the way + mattered a bit, no, not a bit. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps you think the Telephone Boy didn't get anything! Maybe you imagine + that Santa Claus didn't get down that far. But you are mistaken. The shaft + below one of the skylights went away to the bottom of the building, and it + stands to reason that the old fellow must have fallen way through. At any + rate there was a copy of "Tom Sawyer," and a whole plum pudding, and a + number of other things, more useful but not so interesting, found down in + the chilly basement room. There were, indeed. + </p> + <p> + In closing it is only proper to mention that Kara Johnson crocheted a + white silk four-in-hand necktie for Carl Carlsen, the janitor—and + the janitor smiled! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXII. THE LEGEND OF BABOUSCKA* + </h2> + <h3> + *From "The Children's Hour," published by the Milton Bradley Co. + </h3> + <p> + ADAPTED FROM THE RUSSIAN + </p> + <p> + It was the night the dear Christ-Child came to Bethlehem. In a country far + away from Him, an old, old woman named Babouscka sat in her snug little + house by her warm fire. The wind was drifting the snow outside and howling + down the chimney, but it only made Babouscka's fire burn more brightly. + </p> + <p> + "How glad I am that I may stay indoors," said Babouscka, holding her hands + out to the bright blaze. + </p> + <p> + But suddenly she heard a loud rap at her door. She opened it and her + candle shone on three old men standing outside in the snow. Their beards + were as white as the snow, and so long that they reached the ground. Their + eyes shone kindly in the light of Babouscka's candle, and their arms were + full of precious things—boxes of jewels, and sweet-smelling oils, + and ointments. + </p> + <p> + "We have travelled far, Babouscka," they said, "and we stop to tell you of + the Baby Prince born this night in Bethlehem. He comes to rule the world + and teach all men to be loving and true. We carry Him gifts. Come with us, + Babouscka." + </p> + <p> + But Babouscka looked at the drifting snow, and then inside at her cozy + room and the crackling fire. "It is too late for me to go with you, good + sirs," she said, "the weather is too cold." She went inside again and shut + the door, and the old men journeyed on to Bethlehem without her. But as + Babouscka sat by her fire, rocking, she began to think about the Little + Christ-Child, for she loved all babies. + </p> + <p> + "To-morrow I will go to find Him," she said; "to-morrow, when it is light, + and I will carry Him some toys." + </p> + <p> + So when it was morning Babouscka put on her long cloak and took her staff, + and filled her basket with the pretty things a baby would like—gold + balls, and wooden toys, and strings of silver cobwebs—and she set + out to find the Christ-Child. + </p> + <p> + But, oh, Babouscka had forgotten to ask the three old men the road to + Bethlehem, and they travelled so far through the night that she could not + overtake them. Up and down the road she hurried, through woods and fields + and towns, saying to whomsoever she met: "I go to find the Christ-Child. + Where does He lie? I bring some pretty toys for His sake." + </p> + <p> + But no one could tell her the way to go, and they all said: "Farther on, + Babouscka, farther on." So she travelled on and on and on for years and + years—but she never found the little Christ-Child. + </p> + <p> + They say that old Babouscka is travelling still, looking for Him. When it + comes Christmas Eve, and the children are lying fast asleep, Babouscka + comes softly through the snowy fields and towns, wrapped in her long cloak + and carrying her basket on her arm. With her staff she raps gently at the + doors and goes inside and holds her candle close to the little children's + faces. + </p> + <p> + "Is He here?" she asks. "Is the little Christ-Child here?" And then she + turns sorrowfully away again, crying: "Farther on, farther on!" But before + she leaves she takes a toy from her basket and lays it beside the pillow + for a Christmas gift. "For His sake," she says softly, and then hurries on + through the years and forever in search of the little Christ-Child. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIII. CHRISTMAS IN THE BARN* + </h2> + <p> + * From "In the Child's World," by Emilie Poulssen, Milton Bradley Co., + Publishers. Used by permission. + </p> + <p> + F. ARNSTEIN + </p> + <p> + Only two more days and Christmas would be here! It had been snowing hard, + and Johnny was standing at the window, looking at the soft, white snow + which covered the ground half a foot deep. Presently he heard the noise of + wheels coming up the road, and a wagon turned in at the gate and came past + the window. Johnny was very curious to know what the wagon could be + bringing. He pressed his little nose close to the cold window pane, and to + his great surprise, saw two large Christmas-trees. Johnny wondered why + there were TWO trees, and turned quickly to run and tell mamma all about + it; but then remembered that mamma was not at home. She had gone to the + city to buy some Christmas presents and would not return until quite late. + Johnny began to feel that his toes and fingers had grown quite cold from + standing at the window so long; so he drew his own little chair up to the + cheerful grate fire and sat there quietly thinking. Pussy, who had been + curled up like a little bundle of wool, in the very warmest corner, jumped + up, and, going to Johnny, rubbed her head against his knee to attract his + attention. He patted her gently and began to talk to her about what was in + his thoughts. + </p> + <p> + He had been puzzling over the TWO trees which had come, and at last had + made up his mind about them. "I know now, Pussy," said he, "why there are + two trees. This morning when I kissed Papa good-bye at the gate he said he + was going to buy one for me, and mamma, who was busy in the house, did not + hear him say so; and I am sure she must have bought the other. But what + shall we do with two Christmas-trees?" + </p> + <p> + Pussy jumped into his lap and purred and purred. A plan suddenly flashed + into Johnny's mind. "Would you like to have one, Pussy?" Pussy purred more + loudly, and it seemed almost as though she had said yes. + </p> + <p> + "Oh! I will, I will! if mamma will let me. I'll have a Christmas-tree out + in the bam for you, Pussy, and for all the pets; and then you'll all be as + happy as I shall be with my tree in the parlour." + </p> + <p> + By this time it had grown quite late. There was a ring at the door-bell; + and quick as a flash Johnny ran, with happy, smiling face, to meet papa + and mamma and gave them each a loving kiss. During the evening he told + them all that he had done that day and also about the two big trees which + the man had brought. It was just as Johnny had thought. Papa and mamma had + each bought one, and as it was so near Christmas they thought they would + not send either of them back. Johnny was very glad of this, and told them + of the happy plan he had made and asked if he might have the extra tree. + Papa and mamma smiled a little as Johnny explained his plan but they said + he might have the tree, and Johnny went to bed feeling very happy. + </p> + <p> + That night his papa fastened the tree into a block of wood so that it + would stand firmly and then set it in the middle of the barn floor. The + next day when Johnny had finished his lessons he went to the kitchen, and + asked Annie, the cook, if she would save the bones and potato parings and + all other leavings from the day's meals and give them to him the following + morning. He also begged her to give him several cupfuls of salt and + cornmeal, which she did, putting them in paper bags for him. Then she gave + him the dishes he asked for—a few chipped ones not good enough to be + used at table—and an old wooden bowl. Annie wanted to know what + Johnny intended to do with all these things, but he only said: "Wait until + to-morrow, then you shall see." He gathered up all the things which the + cook had given him and carried them to the barn, placing them on a shelf + in one corner, where he was sure no one would touch them and where they + would be all ready for him to use the next morning. + </p> + <p> + Christmas morning came, and, as soon as he could, Johnny hurried out to + the barn, where stood the Christmas-tree which he was going to trim for + all his pets. The first thing he did was to get a paper bag of oats; this + he tied to one of the branches of the tree, for Brownie the mare. Then he + made up several bundles of hay and tied these on the other side of the + tree, not quite so high up, where White Face, the cow, could reach them; + and on the lowest branches some more hay for Spotty, the calf. + </p> + <p> + Next Johnny hurried to the kitchen to get the things Annie had promised to + save for him. She had plenty to give. With his arms and hands full he went + back to the barn. He found three "lovely" bones with plenty of meat on + them; these he tied together to another branch of the tree, for Rover, his + big black dog. Under the tree he placed the big wooden bowl, and filled it + well with potato parings, rice, and meat, left from yesterday's dinner; + this was the "full and tempting trough" for Piggywig. Near this he placed + a bowl of milk for Pussy, on one plate the salt for the pet lamb, and on + another the cornmeal for the dear little chickens. On the top of the tree + he tied a basket of nuts; these were for his pet squirrel; and I had + almost forgotten to tell you of the bunch of carrots tied very low down + where soft white Bunny could reach them. + </p> + <p> + When all was done, Johnny stood off a little way to look at this wonderful + Christmas-tree. Clapping his hands with delight, he ran to call papa and + mamma and Annie, and they laughed aloud when they saw what he had done. It + was the funniest Christmas-tree they had ever seen. They were sure the + pets would like the presents Johnny had chosen. + </p> + <p> + Then there was a busy time in the barn. Papa and mamma and Annie helped + about bringing in the animals, and before long, Brownie, White Face, + Spotty, Rover, Piggywig, Pussy, Lambkin, the chickens, the squirrel and + Bunny, the rabbit, had been led each to his own Christmas breakfast on and + under the tree. What a funny sight it was to see them all standing around + looking happy and contented, eating and drinking with such an appetite! + </p> + <p> + While watching them Johnny had another thought, and he ran quickly to the + house, and brought out the new trumpet which papa had given him for + Christmas. By this time the animals had all finished their breakfast and + Johnny gave a little toot on his trumpet as a signal that the tree + festival was over. Brownie went, neighing and prancing, to her stall, + White Face walked demurely off with a bellow, which Spotty, the calf, + running at her heels, tried to imitate; the little lamb skipped bleating + away; Piggywig walked off with a grunt; Pussy jumped on the fence with a + mew; the squirrel still sat up in the tree cracking her nuts; Bunny hopped + to her snug little quarters; while Rover, barking loudly, chased the + chickens back to their coop. Such a hubbub of noises! Mamma said it + sounded as if they were trying to say "Merry Christmas to you, Johnny! + Merry Christmas to all." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIV. THE PHILANTHROPIST'S CHRISTMAS* + </h2> + <h3> + This story was first published in the Youth's Companion, vol. 82. + </h3> + <p> + JAMES WEBER LINN + </p> + <p> + "Did you see this committee yesterday, Mr. Mathews?" asked the + philanthropist. + </p> + <p> + His secretary looked up. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "You recommend them then?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "For fifty thousand?" + </p> + <p> + "For fifty thousand—yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Their corresponding subscriptions are guaranteed?" + </p> + <p> + "I went over the list carefully, Mr. Carter. The money is promised, and by + responsible people." + </p> + <p> + "Very well," said the philanthropist. "You may notify them, Mr. Mathews, + that my fifty thousand will be available as the bills come in." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + Old Mr. Carter laid down the letter he had been reading, and took up + another. As he perused it his white eyebrows rose in irritation. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Mathews!" he snapped. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "You are careless, sir!" + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon, Mr. Carter?" questioned the secretary, his face + flushing. + </p> + <p> + The old gentleman tapped impatiently the letter he held in his hand. "Do + you pay no attention, Mr. Mathews, to my rule that NO personal letters + containing appeals for aid are to reach me? How do you account for this, + may I ask?" + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon," said the secretary again. "You will see, Mr. Carter, + that that letter is dated three weeks ago. I have had the woman's case + carefully investigated. She is undoubtedly of good reputation, and + undoubtedly in need; and as she speaks of her father as having associated + with you, I thought perhaps you would care to see her letter." + </p> + <p> + "A thousand worthless fellows associated with me," said the old man, + harshly. "In a great factory, Mr. Mathews, a boy works alongside of the + men he is put with; he does not pick and choose. I dare say this woman is + telling the truth. What of it? You know that I regard my money as a public + trust. Were my energy, my concentration, to be wasted by innumerable + individual assaults, what would become of them? My fortune would slip + through my fingers as unprofitably as sand. You understand, Mr. Mathews? + Let me see no more individual letters. You know that Mr. Whittemore has + full authority to deal with them. May I trouble you to ring? I am going + out." + </p> + <p> + A man appeared very promptly in answer to the bell. + </p> + <p> + "Sniffen, my overcoat," said the philanthropist. + </p> + <p> + "It is 'ere, sir," answered Sniffen, helping the thin old man into the + great fur folds. + </p> + <p> + "There is no word of the dog, I suppose, Sniffen?" + </p> + <p> + "None, sir. The police was here again yesterday sir, but they said as 'ow—" + </p> + <p> + "The police!" The words were fierce with scorn. "Eight thousand + incompetents!" He turned abruptly and went toward the door, where he + halted a moment. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Mathews, since that woman's letter did reach me, I suppose I must pay + for my carelessness—or yours. Send her—what does she say—four + children?—send her a hundred dollars. But, for my sake, send it + anonymously. Write her that I pay no attention to such claims." He went + out, and Sniffen closed the door behind him. + </p> + <p> + "Takes losin' the little dog 'ard, don't he?" remarked Sniffen, sadly, to + the secretary. "I'm afraid there ain't a chance of findin' 'im now. 'E + ain't been stole, nor 'e ain't been found, or they'd 'ave brung him back + for the reward. 'E's been knocked on the 'ead, like as not. 'E wasn't much + of a dog to look at, you see—just a pup, I'd call 'im. An' after 'e + learned that trick of slippin' 'is collar off—well, I fancy Mr. + Carter's seen the last of 'im. I do, indeed." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carter meanwhile was making his way slowly down the snowy avenue, upon + his accustomed walk. The walk, however, was dull to-day, for Skiddles, his + little terrier, was not with him to add interest and excitement. Mr. + Carter had found Skiddles in the country a year and a half before. + Skiddles, then a puppy, was at the time in a most undignified and + undesirable position, stuck in a drain tile, and unable either to advance + or to retreat. Mr. Carter had shoved him forward, after a heroic struggle, + whereupon Skiddles had licked his hand. Something in the little dog's eye, + or his action, had induced the rich philanthropist to bargain for him and + buy him at a cost of half a dollar. Thereafter Skiddles became his daily + companion, his chief distraction, and finally the apple of his eye. + </p> + <p> + Skiddles was of no known parentage, hardly of any known breed, but he + suited Mr. Carter. What, the millionaire reflected with a proud cynicism, + were his own antecedents, if it came to that? But now Skiddles had + disappeared. + </p> + <p> + As Sniffen said, he had learned the trick of slipping free from his + collar. One morning the great front doors had been left open for two + minutes while the hallway was aired. Skiddles must have slipped down the + marble steps unseen, and dodged round the corner. At all events, he had + vanished, and although the whole police force of the city had been roused + to secure his return, it was aroused in vain. And for three weeks, + therefore, a small, straight, white bearded man in a fur overcoat had + walked in mournful irritation alone. + </p> + <p> + He stood upon a corner uncertainly. One way led to the park, and this he + usually took; but to-day he did not want to go to the park—it was + too reminiscent of Skiddles. He looked the other way. Down there, if one + went far enough, lay "slums," and Mr. Carter hated the sight of slums; + they always made him miserable and discontented. With all his money and + his philanthropy, was there still necessity for such misery in the world? + Worse still came the intrusive question at times: Had all his money + anything to do with the creation of this misery? He owned no tenements; he + paid good wages in every factory; he had given sums such as few men have + given in the history of philanthropy. Still—there were the slums. + However, the worst slums lay some distance off, and he finally turned his + back on the park and walked on. + </p> + <p> + It was the day before Christmas. You saw it in people's faces; you saw it + in the holly wreaths that hung in windows; you saw it, even as you passed + the splendid, forbidding houses on the avenue, in the green that here and + there banked massive doors; but most of all, you saw it in the shops. Up + here the shops were smallish, and chiefly of the provision variety, so + there was no bewildering display of gifts; but there were Christmas-trees + everywhere, of all sizes. It was astonishing how many people in that + neighbourhood seemed to favour the old-fashioned idea of a tree. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carter looked at them with his irritation softening. If they made him + feel a trifle more lonely, they allowed him to feel also a trifle less + responsible—for, after all, it was a fairly happy world. + </p> + <p> + At this moment he perceived a curious phenomenon a short distance before + him—another Christmas-tree, but one which moved, apparently of its + own volition, along the sidewalk. As Mr. Carter overtook it, he saw that + it was borne, or dragged, rather by a small boy who wore a bright red + flannel cap and mittens of the same peculiar material. As Mr. Carter + looked down at him, he looked up at Mr. Carter, and spoke cheerfully: + </p> + <p> + "Goin' my way, mister?" + </p> + <p> + "Why," said the philanthropist, somewhat taken back, "I WAS!" + </p> + <p> + "Mind draggin' this a little way?" asked the boy, confidently, "my hands + is cold." + </p> + <p> + "Won't you enjoy it more if you manage to take it home by yourself?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it ain't for me!" said the boy. + </p> + <p> + "Your employer," said the philanthropist, severely, "is certainly careless + if he allows his trees to be delivered in this fashion." + </p> + <p> + "I ain't deliverin' it, either," said the boy. "This is Bill's tree." + </p> + <p> + "Who is Bill?" + </p> + <p> + "He's a feller with a back that's no good." + </p> + <p> + "Is he your brother?" + </p> + <p> + "No. Take the tree a little way, will you, while I warm myself?" + </p> + <p> + The philanthropist accepted the burden—he did not know why. The boy, + released, ran forward, jumped up and down, slapped his red flannel mittens + on his legs, and then ran back again. After repeating these manoeuvres two + or three times, he returned to where the old gentleman stood holding the + tree. + </p> + <p> + "Thanks," he said. "Say, mister, you look like Santa Claus yourself, + standin' by the tree, with your fur cap and your coat. I bet you don't + have to run to keep warm, hey?" There was high admiration in his look. + Suddenly his eyes sparkled with an inspiration. + </p> + <p> + "Say, mister," he cried, "will you do something for me? Come in to Bill's—he + lives only a block from here—and just let him see you. He's only a + kid, and he'll think he's seen Santa Claus, sure. We can tell him you're + so busy to-morrow you have to go to lots of places to-day. You won't have + to give him anything. We're looking out for all that. Bill got hurt in the + summer, and he's been in bed ever since. So we are giving him a Christmas—tree + and all. He gets a bunch of things—an air gun, and a train that goes + around when you wind her up. They're great!" + </p> + <p> + "You boys are doing this?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, it's our club at the settlement, and of course Miss Gray thought of + it, and she's givin' Bill the train. Come along, mister." + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Carter declined. + </p> + <p> + "All right," said the boy. "I guess, what with Pete and all, Bill will + have Christmas enough." + </p> + <p> + "Who is Pete?" + </p> + <p> + "Bill's dog. He's had him three weeks now—best little pup you ever + saw!" + </p> + <p> + A dog which Bill had had three weeks—and in a neighbourhood not a + quarter of a mile from the avenue. It was three weeks since Skiddles had + disappeared. That this dog was Skiddles was of course most improbable, and + yet the philanthropist was ready to grasp at any clue which might lead to + the lost terrier. + </p> + <p> + "How did Bill get this dog?" he demanded. + </p> + <p> + "I found him myself. Some kids had tin-canned him, and he came into our + entry. He licked my hand, and then sat up on his hind legs. Somebody'd + taught him that, you know. I thought right away, 'Here's a dog for Bill!' + And I took him over there and fed him, and they kept him in Bill's room + two or three days, so he shouldn't get scared again and run off; and now + he wouldn't leave Bill for anybody. Of course, he ain't much of a dog, + Pete ain't," he added "he's just a pup, but he's mighty friendly!" + </p> + <p> + "Boy," said Mr. Carter, "I guess I'll just go round and"—he was + about to add, "have a look at that dog," but fearful of raising suspicion, + he ended—"and see Bill." + </p> + <p> + The tenements to which the boy led him were of brick, and reasonably + clean. Nearly every window showed some sign of Christmas. + </p> + <p> + The tree-bearer led the way into a dark hall, up one flight—Mr. + Carter assisting with the tree—and down another dark hall, to a + door, on which he knocked. A woman opened it. + </p> + <p> + "Here's the tree!" said the boy, in a loud whisper. "Is Bill's door shut?" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carter stepped forward out of the darkness. "I beg your pardon, + madam," he said. "I met this young man in the street, and he asked me to + come here and see a playmate of his who is, I understand, an invalid. But + if I am intruding—" + </p> + <p> + "Come in," said the woman, heartily, throwing the door open. "Bill will be + glad to see you, sir." + </p> + <p> + The philanthropist stepped inside. + </p> + <p> + The room was decently furnished and clean. There was a sewing machine in + the corner, and in both the windows hung wreaths of holly. Between the + windows was a cleared space, where evidently the tree, when decorated, was + to stand. + </p> + <p> + "Are all the things here?" eagerly demanded the tree-bearer. + </p> + <p> + "They're all here, Jimmy," answered Mrs. Bailey. "The candy just came." + </p> + <p> + "Say," cried the boy, pulling off his red flannel mittens to blow on his + fingers, "won't it be great? But now Bill's got to see Santa Claus. I'll + just go in and tell him, an' then, when I holler, mister, you come on, and + pretend you're Santa Claus." And with incredible celerity the boy opened + the door at the opposite end of the room and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + "Madam," said Mr. Carter, in considerable embarrassment, "I must say one + word. I am Mr. Carter, Mr. Allan Carter. You may have heard my name?" + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. "No, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I live not far from here on the avenue. Three weeks ago I lost a little + dog that I valued very much I have had all the city searched since then, + in vain. To-day I met the boy who has just left us. He informed me that + three weeks ago he found a dog, which is at present in the possession of + your son. I wonder—is it not just possible that this dog may be + mine?" + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Bailey smiled. "I guess not, Mr. Carter. The dog Jimmy found hadn't + come off the avenue—not from the look of him. You know there's + hundreds and hundreds of dogs without homes, sir. But I will say for this + one, he has a kind of a way with him." + </p> + <p> + "Hark!" said Mr. Carter. + </p> + <p> + There was a rustling and a snuffing at the door at the far end of the + room, a quick scratching of feet. Then: + </p> + <p> + "Woof! woof! woof!" sharp and clear came happy impatient little barks. The + philanthropist's eyes brightened. "Yes," he said, "that is the dog." + </p> + <p> + "I doubt if it can be, sir," said Mrs. Bailey, deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + "Open the door, please," commanded the philanthropist, "and let us see." + Mrs. Bailey complied. There was a quick jump, a tumbling rush, and + Skiddles, the lost Skiddles, was in the philanthropist's arms. Mrs. Bailey + shut the door with a troubled face. + </p> + <p> + "I see it's your dog, sir," she said, "but I hope you won't be thinking + that Jimmy or I—" + </p> + <p> + "Madam," interrupted Mr. Carter, "I could not be so foolish. On the + contrary, I owe you a thousand thanks." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Bailey looked more cheerful. "Poor little Billy!" she said. "It'll + come hard on him, losing Pete just at Christmas time. But the boys are so + good to him, I dare say he'll forget it." + </p> + <p> + "Who are these boys?" inquired the philanthropist. "Isn't their action—somewhat + unusual?" + </p> + <p> + "It's Miss Gray's club at the settlement, sir," explained Mrs. Bailey. + "Every Christmas they do this for somebody. It's not charity; Billy and I + don't need charity, or take it. It's just friendliness. They're good + boys." + </p> + <p> + "I see," said the philanthropist. He was still wondering about it, though, + when the door opened again, and Jimmy thrust out a face shining with + anticipation. + </p> + <p> + "All ready, mister!" he said. "Bill's waitin' for you!" + </p> + <p> + "Jimmy," began Mrs. Bailey, about to explain, "the gentleman—" + </p> + <p> + But the philanthropist held up his hand, interrupting her. "You'll let me + see your son, Mrs. Bailey?" he asked, gently. + </p> + <p> + "Why, certainly, sir." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carter put Skiddles down and walked slowly into the inner room. The + bed stood with its side toward him. On it lay a small boy of seven, rigid + of body, but with his arms free and his face lighted with joy. "Hello, + Santa Claus!" he piped, in a voice shrill with excitement. + </p> + <p> + "Hello, Bill!" answered the philanthropist, sedately. + </p> + <p> + The boy turned his eyes on Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + "He knows my name," he said, with glee. + </p> + <p> + "He knows everybody's name," said Jimmy. "Now you tell him what you want, + Bill, and he'll bring it to-morrow. + </p> + <p> + "How would you like," said the philanthropist, reflectively, "an—an—" + he hesitated, it seemed so incongruous with that stiff figure on the bed—"an + airgun?" + </p> + <p> + "I guess yes," said Bill, happily. + </p> + <p> + "And a train of cars," broke in the impatient Jimmy, "that goes like sixty + when you wind her?" + </p> + <p> + "Hi!" said Bill. + </p> + <p> + The philanthropist solemnly made notes of this. + </p> + <p> + "How about," he remarked, inquiringly, "a tree?" + </p> + <p> + "Honest?" said Bill. + </p> + <p> + "I think it can be managed," said Santa Claus. He advanced to the bedside. + </p> + <p> + "I'm glad to have seen you, Bill. You know how busy I am, but I hope—I + hope to see you again." + </p> + <p> + "Not till next year, of course," warned Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + "Not till then, of course," assented Santa Claus. "And now, good-bye." + </p> + <p> + "You forgot to ask him if he'd been a good boy," suggested Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + "I have," said Bill. "I've been fine. You ask mother." + </p> + <p> + "She gives you—she gives you both a high character," said Santa + Claus. "Good-bye again," and so saying he withdrew. Skiddles followed him + out. The philanthropist closed the door of the bedroom, and then turned to + Mrs. Bailey. + </p> + <p> + She was regarding him with awestruck eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, sir," she said, "I know now who you are—the Mr. Carter that + gives so much away to people!" + </p> + <p> + The philanthropist nodded, deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + "Just so, Mrs. Bailey," he said. "And there is one gift—or loan + rather—which I should like to make to you. I should like to leave + the little dog with you till after the holidays. I'm afraid I'll have to + claim him then; but if you'll keep him till after Christmas—and let + me find, perhaps, another dog for Billy—I shall be much obliged." + </p> + <p> + Again the door of the bedroom opened, and Jimmy emerged quietly. + </p> + <p> + "Bill wants the pup," he explained. + </p> + <p> + "Pete! Pete!" came the piping but happy voice from the inner room. + </p> + <p> + Skiddles hesitated. Mr. Carter made no sign. + </p> + <p> + "Pete! Pete!" shrilled the voice again. + </p> + <p> + Slowly, very slowly, Skiddles turned and went back into the bedroom. + </p> + <p> + "You see," said Mr. Carter, smiling, "he won't be too unhappy away from + me, Mrs. Bailey." + </p> + <p> + On his way home the philanthropist saw even more evidences of Christmas + gaiety along the streets than before. He stepped out briskly, in spite of + his sixty-eight years; he even hummed a little tune. + </p> + <p> + When he reached the house on the avenue he found his secretary still at + work. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, by the way, Mr. Mathews," he said, "did you send that letter to the + woman, saying I never paid attention to personal appeals? No? Then write + her, please, enclosing my check for two hundred dollars, and wish her a + very Merry Christmas in my name, will you? And hereafter will you always + let me see such letters as that one—of course after careful + investigation? I fancy perhaps I may have been too rigid in the past." + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, sir," answered the bewildered secretary. He began fumbling + excitedly for his note-book. + </p> + <p> + "I found the little dog," continued the philanthropist. "You will be glad + to know that." + </p> + <p> + "You have found him?" cried the secretary. "Have you got him back, Mr. + Carter? Where was he?" + </p> + <p> + "He was—detained—on Oak Street, I believe," said the + philanthropist. "No, I have not got him back yet. I have left him with a + young boy till after the holidays." + </p> + <p> + He settled himself to his papers, for philanthropists must toil even on + the twenty-fourth of December, but the secretary shook his head in a daze. + "I wonder what's happened?" he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXV. THE FIRST CHRISTMAS-TREE + </h2> + <h3> + BY LUCY WHEELOCK + </h3> + <p> + Two little children were sitting by the fire one cold winter's night. All + at once they heard a timid knock at the door and one ran to open it. + </p> + <p> + There, outside in the cold and darkness, stood a child with no shoes upon + his feet and clad in thin, ragged garments. He was shivering with cold, + and he asked to come in and warm himself. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, come in," cried both the children. "You shall have our place by the + fire. Come in." + </p> + <p> + They drew the little stranger to their warm seat and shared their supper + with him, and gave him their bed, while they slept on a hard bench. + </p> + <p> + In the night they were awakened by strains of sweet music, and looking + out, they saw a band of children in shining garments, approaching the + house. They were playing on golden harps and the air was full of melody. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the Strange Child stood before them: no longer cold and ragged, + but clad in silvery light. + </p> + <p> + His soft voice said: "I was cold and you took Me in. I was hungry and you + fed Me. I was tired and you gave Me your bed. I am the Christ-Child, + wandering through the world to bring peace and happiness to all good + children. As you have given to Me, so may this tree every year give rich + fruit to you." + </p> + <p> + So saying, He broke a branch from the fir-tree that grew near the door, + and He planted it in the ground and disappeared. And the branch grew into + a great tree, and every year it bore wonderful fruit for the kind + children. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXVI. THE FIRST NEW ENGLAND CHRISTMAS* + </h2> + <p> + From Stone and Fickett's "Every Day Life in the Colonies;" copyrighted + 1905, by D. C. Heath & Co. Used by permission. + </p> + <p> + G. L. STONE AND M. G. FICKETT + </p> + <p> + It was a warm and pleasant Saturday—that twenty-third of December, + 1620. The winter wind had blown itself away in the storm of the day + before, and the air was clear and balmy. The people on board the Mayflower + were glad of the pleasant day. It was three long months since they had + started from Plymouth, in England, to seek a home across the ocean. Now + they had come into a harbour that they named New Plymouth, in the country + of New England. + </p> + <p> + Other people called these voyagers Pilgrims, which means wanderers. A long + while before, the Pilgrims had lived in England; later they made their + home with the Dutch in Holland; finally they had said goodbye to their + friends in Holland and in England, and had sailed away to America. + </p> + <p> + There were only one hundred and two of the Pilgrims on the Mayflower, but + they were brave and strong and full of hope. Now the Mayflower was the + only home they had; yet if this weather lasted they might soon have warm + log-cabins to live in. This very afternoon the men had gone ashore to cut + down the large trees. + </p> + <p> + The women of the Mayflower were busy, too. Some were spinning, some + knitting, some sewing. It was so bright and pleasant that Mistress Rose + Standish had taken out her knitting and had gone to sit a little while on + deck. She was too weak to face rough weather, and she wanted to enjoy the + warm sunshine and the clear salt air. By her side was Mistress Brewster, + the minister's wife. Everybody loved Mistress Standish and Mistress + Brewster, for neither of them ever spoke unkindly. + </p> + <p> + The air on deck would have been warm even on a colder day, for in one + corner a bright fire was burning. It would seem strange now, would it not, + to see a fire on the deck of a vessel? But in those days, when the weather + was pleasant, people on shipboard did their cooking on deck. + </p> + <p> + The Pilgrims had no stoves, and Mistress Carver's maid had built this fire + on a large hearth covered with sand. She had hung a great kettle on the + crane over the fire, where the onion soup for supper was now simmering + slowly. + </p> + <p> + Near the fire sat a little girl, busily playing and singing to herself. + Little Remember Allerton was only six years old, but she liked to be with + Hannah, Mistress Carver's maid. This afternoon Remember had been watching + Hannah build the fire and make the soup. Now the little girl was playing + with the Indian arrowheads her father had brought her the night before. + She was singing the words of the old psalm: + </p> + <p> + "Shout to Jehovah, all the earth, Serve ye Jehovah with gladness; before + Him bow with singing mirth." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, child, methinks the children of Old England are singing different + words from those to-day," spoke Hannah at length, with a faraway look in + her eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Why, Hannah? What songs are the little English children singing now?" + questioned Remember in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "It lacks but two days of Christmas, child, and in my old home everybody + is singing Merry Christmas songs." + </p> + <p> + "But thou hast not told me what is Christmas!' persisted the child. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, me! Thou dost not know, 'tis true. Christmas, Remember, is the + birthday of the Christ-Child, of Jesus, whom thou hast learned to love," + Hannah answered softly. + </p> + <p> + "But what makes the English children so happy then? And we are English, + thou hast told me, Hannah. Why don't we keep Christmas, too?" + </p> + <p> + "In sooth we are English, child. But the reason why we do not sing the + Christmas carols or play the Christmas games makes a long, long story, + Remember. Hannah cannot tell it so that little children will understand. + Thou must ask some other, child." + </p> + <p> + Hannah and the little girl were just then near the two women on the deck, + and Remember said: + </p> + <p> + "Mistress Brewster, Hannah sayeth she knoweth not how to tell why Love and + Wrestling and Constance and the others do not sing the Christmas songs or + play the Christmas games. But thou wilt tell me wilt thou not?" she added + coaxingly. + </p> + <p> + A sad look came into Mistress Brewster's eyes, and Mistress Standish + looked grave, too. No one spoke for a few seconds, until Hannah said + almost sharply: + </p> + <p> + "Why could we not burn a Yule log Monday, and make some meal into little + cakes for the children?" + </p> + <p> + "Nay, Hannah," answered the gentle voice of Mistress Brewster. "Such are + but vain shows and not for those of us who believe in holier things. But," + she added, with a kind glance at little Remember, "wouldst thou like to + know why we have left Old England and do not keep the Christmas Day? Thou + canst not understand it all, child, and yet it may do thee no harm to hear + the story. It may help thee to be a brave and happy little girl in the + midst of our hard life." + </p> + <p> + "Surely it can do no harm, Mistress Brewster," spoke Rose Standish, + gently. "Remember is a little Pilgrim now, and she ought, methinks, to + know something of the reason for our wandering. Come here, child, and sit + by me, while good Mistress Brewster tells thee how cruel men have made us + suffer. Then will I sing thee one of the Christmas carols." + </p> + <p> + With these words she held out her hands to little Remember, who ran + quickly to the side of Mistress Standish, and eagerly waited for the story + to begin. + </p> + <p> + "We have not always lived in Holland, Remember. Most of us were born in + England, and England is the best country in the world. 'Tis a land to be + proud of, Remember, though some of its rulers have been wicked and cruel. + </p> + <p> + "Long before you were born, when your mother was a little girl, the + English king said that everybody in the land ought to think as he thought, + and go to a church like his. He said he would send us away from England if + we did not do as he ordered. Now, we could not think as he did on holy + matters, and it seemed wrong to us to obey him. So we decided to go to a + country where we might worship as we pleased." + </p> + <p> + "What became of that cruel king, Mistress Brewster?" + </p> + <p> + "He ruleth England now. But thou must not think too hardly of him. He doth + not understand, perhaps. Right will win some day, Remember, though there + may be bloody war before peace cometh. And I thank God that we, at least, + shall not be called on to live in the midst of the strife," she went on, + speaking more to herself than to the little girl. + </p> + <p> + "We decided to go to Holland, out of the reach of the king. We were not + sure whether it was best to move or not, but our hearts were set on God's + ways. We trusted Him in whom we believed. Yes," she went on, "and shall we + not keep on trusting Him?" + </p> + <p> + And Rose Standish, remembering the little stock of food that was nearly + gone, the disease that had come upon many of their number, and the five + who had died that month, answered firmly: "Yes. He who has led us thus far + will not leave us now." + </p> + <p> + They were all silent a few seconds. Presently Remember said: "Then did ye + go to Holland, Mistress Brewster?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," she said. "Our people all went over to Holland, where the Dutch + folk live and the little Dutch children clatter about with their wooden + shoes. There thou wast born, Remember, and my own children, and there we + lived in love and peace." + </p> + <p> + "And yet, we were not wholly happy. We could not talk well with the Dutch, + and so we could not set right what was wrong among them. 'Twas so hard to + earn money that many had to go back to England. And worst of all, + Remember, we were afraid that you and little Bartholomew and Mary and Love + and Wrestling and all the rest would not grow to be good girls and boys. + And so we have come to this new country to teach our children to be pure + and noble." + </p> + <p> + After another silence Remember spoke again: "I thank thee, Mistress + Brewster. And I will try to be a good girl. But thou didst not tell me + about Christmas after all." + </p> + <p> + "Nay, child, but now I will. There are long services on that day in every + church where the king's friends go. But there are parts of these services + which we cannot approve; and so we think it best not to follow the other + customs that the king's friends observe on Christmas. + </p> + <p> + "They trim their houses with mistletoe and holly so that everything looks + gay and cheerful. Their other name for the Christmas time is the Yuletide, + and the big log that is burned then is called the Yule log. The children + like to sit around the hearth in front of the great, blazing Yule log, and + listen to stories of long, long ago. + </p> + <p> + "At Christmas there are great feasts in England, too. No one is allowed to + go hungry, for the rich people on the day always send meat and cakes to + the poor folk round about. + </p> + <p> + "But we like to make all our days Christmas days, Remember. We try never + to forget God's gifts to us, and they remind us always to be good to other + people." + </p> + <p> + "And the Christmas carols, Mistress Standish? What are they?" + </p> + <p> + "On Christmas Eve and early on Christmas morning," Rose Standish answered, + "little children go about from house to house, singing Christmas songs. + 'Tis what I like best in all the Christmas cheer. And I promised to sing + thee one, did I not?" + </p> + <p> + Then Mistress Standish sang in her dear, sweet voice the quaint old + English words: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + As Joseph was a-walking, + He heard an angel sing: + "This night shall be the birth-time + Of Christ, the heavenly King. + + "He neither shall be born + In housen nor in hall, + Nor in the place of Paradise, + But in an ox's stall. + + "He neither shall be clothed + In purple nor in pall, + But in the fair white linen + That usen babies all. + + "He neither shall be rocked + In silver nor in gold, + But in a wooden manger + That resteth in the mould." + + As Joseph was a-walking + There did an angel sing, + And Mary's child at midnight + Was born to be our King. + + Then be ye glad, good people, + This night of all the year, + And light ye up your candles, + For His star it shineth clear. +</pre> + <p> + Before the song was over, Hannah had come on deck again, and was listening + eagerly. "I thank thee, Mistress Standish," she said, the tears filling + her blue eyes. "'Tis long, indeed, since I have heard that song." + </p> + <p> + "Would it be wrong for me to learn to sing those words, Mistress + Standish?" gently questioned the little girl. + </p> + <p> + "Nay, Remember, I trow not. The song shall be thy Christmas gift." + </p> + <p> + Then Mistress Standish taught the little girl one verse after another of + the sweet old carol, and it was not long before Remember could say it all. + </p> + <p> + The next day was dull and cold, and on Monday, the twenty-fifth, the sky + was still overcast. There was no bright Yule log in the Mayflower, and no + holly trimmed the little cabin. + </p> + <p> + The Pilgrims were true to the faith they loved. They held no special + service. They made no gifts. + </p> + <p> + Instead, they went again to the work of cutting the trees, and no one + murmured at his hard lot. + </p> + <p> + "We went on shore," one man wrote in his diary, "some to fell timber, some + to saw, some to rive, and some to carry; so no man rested all that day." + </p> + <p> + As for little Remember, she spent the day on board the Mayflower. She + heard no one speak of England or sigh for the English home across the sea. + But she did not forget Mistress Brewster's story; and more than once that + day, as she was playing by herself, she fancied that she was in front of + some English home, helping the English children sing their Christmas + songs. And both Mistress Allerton and Mistress Standish, whom God was soon + to call away from their earthly home, felt happier and stronger as they + heard the little girl singing: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + He neither shall be born + In housen nor in hall, + Nor in the place of Paradise, + But in an ox's stall. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXVII. THE CRATCHITS' CHRISTMAS DINNER + </h2> + <h3> + (Adapted) + </h3> + <p> + CHARLES DICKENS + </p> + <p> + Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Present stood in the city streets on + Christmas morning, where (for the weather was severe) the people made a + rough but brisk and not unpleasant kind of music, in scraping the snow + from the pavement in front of their dwellings, and from the tops of their + houses, whence it was mad delight to the boys to see it come plumping down + into the road below, and splitting into artificial little snowstorms. + </p> + <p> + The house fronts looked black enough, and the windows blacker, contrasting + with the smooth white sheet of snow upon the roofs, and with the dirtier + snow upon the ground, which last deposit had been ploughed up in deep + furrows by the heavy wheels of carts and wagons; furrows that crossed and + recrossed each other hundreds of times where the great streets branched + off, and made intricate channels, hard to trace, in the thick yellow mud + and icy water. The sky was gloomy, and the shortest streets were choked up + with a dingy mist, half thawed, half frozen, whose heavier particles + descended in a shower of sooty atoms, as if all the chimneys in Great + Britain had, by one consent, caught fire, and were blazing away to their + dear heart's content. There was nothing very cheerful in the climate or + the town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness abroad that the dearest + summer air and brightest summer sun might have endeavoured to diffuse in + vain. + </p> + <p> + For the people who were shovelling away on the housetops were jovial and + full of glee, calling out to one another from the parapets, and now and + then exchanging a facetious snowball—better-natured missile far than + many a wordy jest—laughing heartily if it went right, and not less + heartily if it went wrong. The poulterers' shops were still half open, and + the fruiterers' were radiant in their glory. There were great, round, + potbellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of jolly old + gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their + apoplectic opulence. + </p> + <p> + There were ruddy, brown-faced, broad-girthed Spanish onions, shining in + the fatness of their growth like Spanish friars, and winking, from their + shelves, in wanton slyness at the girls as they went by, and glanced + demurely at the hung-up mistletoe. There were pears and apples, clustering + high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches of grapes, made, in the + shop-keeper's benevolence, to dangle from conspicuous hooks, that people's + mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, + mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the + woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered leaves; there + were Norfolk biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the + oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, + urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and + eaten after dinner. The very gold and silver fish, set forth among these + choice fruits in a bowl, though members of a dull and stagnant-blooded + race, appeared to know that there was something going on; and, to a fish, + went gasping round and round their little world in slow and passionless + excitement. + </p> + <p> + The grocers'! oh, the grocers'! nearly closed, with perhaps two shutters + down, or one; but through those gaps such glimpses! It was not alone that + the scales descending on the counter made a merry sound, or that the twine + and roller parted company so briskly, or that the canisters were rattled + up and down like juggling tricks, or even that the blended scents of tea + and coffee were so grateful to the nose, or even that the raisins were so + plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon + so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so + caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make the coldest lookers-on feel + faint, and subsequently bilious. Nor was it that the figs were moist and + pulpy, or that the French plums blushed in modest tartness from their + highly decorated boxes, or that everything was good to eat and in its + Christmas dress; but the customers were all so hurried and so eager in the + hopeful promise of the day that they tumbled up against each other at the + door, crashing their wicker baskets wildly, and left their purchases upon + the counter, and came running back to fetch them, and committed hundreds + of the like mistakes, in the best humour possible; while the grocer and + his people were so frank and fresh that the polished hearts with which + they fastened their aprons behind might have been their own, worn outside + for general inspection, and for Christmas daws to peck at, if they chose. + </p> + <p> + But soon the steeples called good people all to church and chapel, and + away they came, flocking through the streets in their best clothes, and + with their gayest faces. And at the same time there emerged from scores of + by-streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying + their dinners to the bakers' shops. The sight of these poor revellers + appeared to interest the Spirit very much, for he stood, with Scrooge + beside him, in a baker's doorway, and, taking off the covers as their + bearers passed, sprinkled incense on their dinners from his torch. And it + was a very uncommon kind of torch, for once or twice when there were angry + words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other, he shed a + few drops of water on them from it, and their good-humour was restored + directly. For they said it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas Day. And + so it was! God love it, so it was! + </p> + <p> + In time the bells ceased, and the bakers were shut up; and yet there was a + genial shadowing forth of all these dinners, and the progress of their + cooking, in the thawed blotch of wet above each baker's oven, where the + pavement smoked as if its stones were cooking too. + </p> + <p> + "Is there a peculiar flavour in what you sprinkle from your torch?" asked + Scrooge. + </p> + <p> + "There is. My own." + </p> + <p> + "Would it apply to any kind of dinner on this day?" asked Scrooge. + </p> + <p> + "To any kindly given. To a poor one most." + </p> + <p> + "Why to a poor one most?" asked Scrooge. + </p> + <p> + "Because it needs it most." + </p> + <p> + They went on, invisible, as they had been before, into the suburbs of the + town. It was a remarkable quality of the Ghost (which Scrooge had observed + at the baker's) that, notwithstanding his gigantic size, he could + accommodate himself to any place with ease; and that he stood beneath a + low roof quite as gracefully, and like a supernatural creature, as it was + possible he could have done in any lofty hall. + </p> + <p> + And perhaps it was the pleasure the good Spirit had in showing off this + power of his, or else it was his own kind, generous, hearty nature, and + his sympathy with all poor men, that led him straight to Scrooge's + clerk's; for there he went, and took Scrooge with him, holding to his + robe; and on the threshold of the door the Spirit smiled, and stopped to + bless Bob Cratchit's dwelling with the sprinklings of his torch. Think of + that! Bob had but fifteen "bob" a week himself; he pocketed on Saturdays + but fifteen copies of his Christian name; and yet the Ghost of Christmas + Present blessed his four-roomed house! + </p> + <p> + Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a + twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly + show for sixpence; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, + second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while Master Peter + Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and getting the + corners of his monstrous shirt-collar (Bob's private property, conferred + upon his son and heir in honour of the day) into his mouth, rejoiced to + find himself so gallantly attired, and yearned to show his linen in the + fashionable parks. And now two smaller Cratchits, boy and girl, came + tearing in, screaming that outside the baker's they had smelt the goose, + and known it for their own, and, basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and + onion, these young Cratchits danced about the table, and exalted Master + Peter Cratchit to the skies, while he (not proud, although his collar + nearly choked him) blew the fire, until the slow potatoes, bubbling up, + knocked loudly at the saucepan lid to be let out and peeled. + </p> + <p> + "What has ever got your precious father, then?" said Mrs. Cratchit. "And + your brother, Tiny Tim? And Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by + half an hour!" + </p> + <p> + "Here's Martha, mother!" said a girl, appearing as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + "Here's Martha, mother!" cried the two young Cratchits. "Hurrah! There's + such a goose, Martha!" + </p> + <p> + "Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are!" said Mrs. + Cratchit, kissing her a dozen times, and taking off her shawl and bonnet + for her with officious zeal. + </p> + <p> + "We'd a deal of work to finish up last night," replied the girl, "and had + to clear away this morning, mother!" + </p> + <p> + "Well, never mind so long as you are come," said Mrs. Cratchit. "Sit ye + down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, Lord bless ye!" + </p> + <p> + "No, no! There's father coming!" cried the two young Cratchits, who were + everywhere at once. + </p> + <p> + "Hide, Martha, hide!" + </p> + <p> + So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least + three feet of comforter, exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him, + and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and + Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, + and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! + </p> + <p> + "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit, looking around. + </p> + <p> + "Not coming," said Mrs. Cratchit. + </p> + <p> + "Not coming?" said Bob, with a sudden declension in his high spirits; for + he had been Tim's blood horse all the way from the church, and had come + home rampant. "Not coming upon Christmas Day?" + </p> + <p> + Martha didn't like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so + she came out prematurely from behind the closet door, and ran into his + arms, while the two young Cratchits hustled Tiny Tim, and bore him off + into the wash-house, that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper. + </p> + <p> + "And how did little Tim behave?" asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied + Bob on his credulity, and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's + content. + </p> + <p> + "As good as gold," said Bob, "and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, + sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever + heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the + church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to + remember, upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men + see." + </p> + <p> + Bob's voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when + he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty. + </p> + <p> + His active little crutch was heard upon the floor, and back came Tiny Tim + before another word was spoken, escorted by his brother and sister to his + stool beside the fire; and while Bob, turning up his cuffs—as if, + poor fellow, they were capable of being made more shabby—compounded + some hot mixture in a jug with gin and lemons, and stirred it round and + round, and put it on the hob to simmer, Master Peter and the two + ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch the goose, with which they soon + returned in high procession. + </p> + <p> + Such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all + birds—a feathered phenomenon, to which a black swan was a matter of + course—and in truth it was something very like it in that house. + Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy (ready beforehand in a little saucepan) + hissing hot; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigour; Miss + Belinda sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob + took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table; the two young + Cratchits set chairs for everybody, not forgetting themselves, and, + mounting guard upon their posts, crammed spoons into their mouths, lest + they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped. At last + the dishes were set on and grace was said. It was succeeded by a + breathless pause, as Mrs. Cratchit, looking slowly all along the carving + knife, prepared to plunge it into the breast; but when she did, and when + the long expected gush of stuffing issued forth, one murmur of delight + arose all round the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two young + Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife, and feebly + cried, "Hurrah!" + </p> + <p> + There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't believe there ever was + such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were + the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed + potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. + Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon + the dish), they hadn't ate it all at last! Yet every one had had enough, + and the youngest Cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to + the eyebrows! But now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. + Cratchit left the room alone—too nervous to bear witnesses—to + take the pudding up, and bring it in. + </p> + <p> + Suppose it should not be done enough? Suppose it should break in turning + out? Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the backyard and + stolen it, while they were merry with the goose—a supposition at + which the two young Cratchits became livid! All sorts of horrors were + supposed. + </p> + <p> + Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell + like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating house and a + pastry-cook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to + that! That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered—flushed, + but smiling proudly—with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, + so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, + and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top. + </p> + <p> + Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly, too, that he + regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their + marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that, now the weight was off her mind, she + would confess she had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody + had something to say about it, but nobody thought or said it was at all a + small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. + Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing. + </p> + <p> + At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, + and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered + perfect, tipples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovelful of + chestnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth + in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one; and at Bob + Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass—two tumblers and + a custard-cup without a handle. + </p> + <p> + These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden goblets + would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the + chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. Then Bob proposed: + </p> + <p> + "A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!" + </p> + <p> + Which all the family reechoed. + </p> + <p> + "God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXVIII. CHRISTMAS IN SEVENTEEN SEVENTY-SIX* + </h2> + <p> + *From "A Last Century Maid and Other Stories for Children," by A.H.W. + Lippincott, 1895. + </p> + <p> + ANNE HOLLINGSWORTH WHARTON + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "On Christmas day in Seventy-six, + Our gallant troops with bayonets fixed, + To Trenton marched away." +</pre> + <p> + Children, have any of you ever thought of what little people like you were + doing in this country more than a hundred years ago, when the cruel tide + of war swept over its bosom? From many homes the fathers were absent, + fighting bravely for the liberty which we now enjoy, while the mothers no + less valiantly struggled against hardships and discomforts in order to + keep a home for their children, whom you only know as your + great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers, dignified gentlemen and + beautiful ladies, whose painted portraits hang upon the walls in some of + your homes. Merry, romping children they were in those far-off times, yet + their bright faces must have looked grave sometimes, when they heard the + grown people talk of the great things that were happening around them. + Some of these little people never forgot the wonderful events of which + they heard, and afterward related them to their children and + grandchildren, which accounts for some of the interesting stories which + you may still hear, if you are good children. + </p> + <p> + The Christmas story that I have to tell you is about a boy and girl who + lived in Bordentown, New Jersey. The father of these children was a + soldier in General Washington's army, which was encamped a few miles north + of Trenton, on the Pennsylvania side of the Delaware River. Bordentown, as + you can see by looking on your map, if you have not hidden them all away + for the holidays, is about seven miles south of Trenton, where fifteen + hundred Hessians and a troop of British light horse were holding the town. + Thus you see that the British, in force, were between Washington's army + and Bordentown, besides which there were some British and Hessian troops + in the very town. All this seriously interfered with Captain Tracy's going + home to eat his Christmas dinner with his wife and children. Kitty and + Harry Tracy, who had not lived long enough to see many wars, could not + imagine such a thing as Christmas without their father, and had busied + themselves for weeks in making everything ready to have a merry time with + him. Kitty, who loved to play quite as much as any frolicsome Kitty of + to-day, had spent all her spare time in knitting a pair of thick woollen + stockings, which seems a wonderful feat for a little girl only eight years + old to perform! Can you not see her sitting by the great chimney-place, + filled with its roaring, crackling logs, in her quaint, short-waisted + dress, knitting away steadily, and puckering up her rosy, dimpled face + over the strange twists and turns of that old stocking? I can see her, and + I can also hear her sweet voice as she chatters away to her mother about + "how 'sprised papa will be to find that his little girl can knit like a + grown-up woman," while Harry spreads out on the hearth a goodly store of + shellbarks that he has gathered and is keeping for his share of the + 'sprise. + </p> + <p> + "What if he shouldn't come?" asks Harry, suddenly. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, he'll come! Papa never stays away on Christmas," says Kitty, looking + up into her mother's face for an echo to her words. Instead she sees + something very like tears in her mother's eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, mamma, don't you think he'll come?" + </p> + <p> + "He will come if he possibly can," says Mrs. Tracy; "and if he cannot, we + will keep Christmas whenever dear papa does come home." + </p> + <p> + "It won't be half so nice," said Kitty, "nothing's so nice as REALLY + Christmas, and how's Kriss Kringle going to know about it if we change the + day?" + </p> + <p> + "We'll let him come just the same, and if he brings anything for papa we + can put it away for him." + </p> + <p> + This plan, still, seemed a poor one to Miss Kitty, who went to her bed in + a sober mood that night, and was heard telling her dear dollie, Martha + Washington, that "wars were mis'able, and that when she married she should + have a man who kept a candy-shop for a husband, and not a soldier—no, + Martha, not even if he's as nice as papa!" As Martha made no objection to + this little arrangement, being an obedient child, they were both soon fast + asleep. The days of that cold winter of 1776 wore on; so cold it was that + the sufferings of the soldiers were great, their bleeding feet often + leaving marks on the pure white snow over which they marched. As Christmas + drew near there was a feeling among the patriots that some blow was about + to be struck; but what it was, and from whence they knew not; and, better + than all, the British had no idea that any strong blow could come from + Washington's army, weak and out of heart, as they thought, after being + chased through Jersey by Cornwallis. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Tracy looked anxiously each day for news of the husband and father + only a few miles away, yet so separated by the river and the enemy's + troops that they seemed like a hundred. Christmas Eve came, but brought + with it few rejoicings. The hearts of the people were too sad to be taken + up with merrymaking, although the Hessian soldiers in the town, + good-natured Germans, who only fought the Americans because they were paid + for it, gave themselves up to the feasting and revelry. + </p> + <p> + "Shall we hang up our stockings?" asked Kitty, in rather a doleful voice. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said her mother, "Santa Claus won't forget you, I am sure, although + he has been kept pretty busy looking after the soldiers this winter." + </p> + <p> + "Which side is he on?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "The right side, of course," said Mrs. Tracy, which was the most sensible + answer she could possibly have given. So: + </p> + <p> + "The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. + Nicholas soon would be there." + </p> + <p> + Two little rosy faces lay fast asleep upon the pillow when the good old + soul came dashing over the roof about one o'clock, and after filling each + stocking with red apples, and leaving a cornucopia of sugar-plums for each + child, he turned for a moment to look at the sleeping faces, for St. + Nicholas has a tender spot in his great big heart for a soldier's + children. Then, remembering many other small folks waiting for him all + over the land, he sprang up the chimney and was away in a trice. + </p> + <p> + Santa Claus, in the form of Mrs. Tracy's farmer brother, brought her a + splendid turkey; but because the Hessians were uncommonly fond of turkey, + it came hidden under a load of wood. Harry was very fond of turkey, too, + as well as of all other good things; but when his mother said, "It's such + a fine bird, it seems too bad to eat it without father," Harry cried out, + "Yes, keep it for papa!" and Kitty, joining in the chorus, the vote was + unanimous, and the turkey was hung away to await the return of the good + soldier, although it seemed strange, as Kitty told Martha Washington, "to + have no papa and no turkey on Christmas Day." + </p> + <p> + The day passed and night came, cold with a steady fall of rain and sleet. + Kitty prayed that her "dear papa might not be out in the storm, and that + he might come home and wear his beautiful blue stockings"; "And eat his + turkey," said Harry's sleepy voice; after which they were soon in the land + of dreams. Toward morning the good people in Bordentown were suddenly + aroused by firing in the distance, which became more and more distinct as + the day wore on. There was great excitement in the town; men and women + gathered together in little groups in the streets to wonder what it was + all about, and neighbours came dropping into Mrs. Tracy's parlour, all day + long, one after the other, to say what they thought of the firing. In the + evening there came a body of Hessians flying into the town, to say that + General Washington had surprised the British at Trenton, early that + morning, and completely routed them, which so frightened the Hessians in + Bordentown that they left without the slightest ceremony. + </p> + <p> + It was a joyful hour to the good town people when the red-jackets turned + their backs on them, thinking every moment that the patriot army would be + after them. Indeed, it seemed as if wonders would never cease that day, + for while rejoicings were still loud, over the departure of the enemy, + there came a knock at Mrs. Tracy's door, and while she was wondering + whether she dared open it, it was pushed ajar, and a tall soldier entered. + What a scream of delight greeted that soldier, and how Kitty and Harry + danced about him and clung to his knees, while Mrs. Tracy drew him toward + the warm blaze, and helped him off with his damp cloak! + </p> + <p> + Cold and tired Captain Tracy was, after a night's march in the streets and + a day's fighting; but he was not too weary to smile at the dear faces + around him, or to pat Kitty's head when she brought his warm stockings and + would put them on the tired feet, herself. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly there was a sharp, quick bark outside the door. "What's that?" + cried Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I forgot. Open the door. Here, Fido, Fido!" + </p> + <p> + Into the room there sprang a beautiful little King Charles spaniel, white, + with tan spots, and ears of the longest, softest, and silkiest. + </p> + <p> + "What a little dear!" exclaimed Kitty; "where did it come from?" + </p> + <p> + "From the battle of Trenton," said her father. "His poor master was shot. + After the red-coats had turned their backs, and I was hurrying along one + of the streets where the fight had been the fiercest, I heard a low groan, + and, turning, saw a British officer lying among a number of slain. I + raised his head; he begged for some water, which I brought him, and + bending down my ear I heard him whisper, 'Dying—last battle—say + a prayer.' He tried to follow me in the words of a prayer, and then, + taking my hand, laid it on something soft and warm, nestling close up to + his breast—it was this little dog. The gentleman—for he was a + real gentleman—gasped out, 'Take care of my poor Fido; good-night,' + and was gone. It was as much as I could do to get the little creature away + from his dead master; he clung to him as if he loved him better than life. + You'll take care of him, won't you, children? I brought him home to you, + for a Christmas present." + </p> + <p> + "Pretty little Fido," said Kitty, taking the soft, curly creature in her + arms; "I think it's the best present in the world, and to-morrow is to be + real Christmas, because you are home, papa." + </p> + <p> + "And we'll eat the turkey," said Harry, "and shellbarks, lots of them, + that I saved for you. What a good time we'll have! And oh, papa, don't go + to war any more, but stay at home, with mother and Kitty and Fido and me." + </p> + <p> + "What would become of our country if we should all do that, my little man? + It was a good day's work that we did this Christmas, getting the army all + across the river so quickly and quietly that we surprised the enemy, and + gained a victory, with the loss of few men." + </p> + <p> + Thus it was that some of the good people of 1776 spent their Christmas, + that their children and grandchildren might spend many of them as citizens + of a free nation. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXIX. CHRISTMAS UNDER THE SNOW* + </h2> + <h3> + *From "Kristy's Queer Christmas," Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1904. + </h3> + <p> + OLIVE THORNE MILLER + </p> + <p> + It was just before Christmas, and Mr. Barnes was starting for the nearest + village. The family were out at the door to see him start, and give him + the last charges. + </p> + <p> + "Don't forget the Christmas dinner, papa," said Willie. + </p> + <p> + '"Specially the chickens for the pie!" put in Nora. + </p> + <p> + "An' the waisins," piped up little Tot, standing on tiptoe to give papa a + good-bye kiss. + </p> + <p> + "I hate to have you go, George," said Mrs. Barnes anxiously. "It looks to + me like a storm." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I guess it won't be much," said Mr. Barnes lightly; "and the + youngsters must have their Christmas dinner, you know." + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Mrs. Barnes, "remember this, George: if there is a bad storm + don't try to come back. Stay in the village till it is over. We can get + along alone for a few days, can't we, Willie?" turning to the boy who was + giving the last touches to the harness of old Tim, the horse. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes! Papa, I can take care of mamma," said Willie earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "And get up the Christmas dinner out of nothing?" asked papa, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," said Willie, hesitating, as he remembered the proposed + dinner, in which he felt a deep interest. + </p> + <p> + "What could you do for the chicken pie?" went on papa with a roguish look + in his eye, "or the plum-pudding?" + </p> + <p> + "Or the waisins?" broke in Tot anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Tot has set her heart on the raisins," said papa, tossing the small + maiden up higher than his head, and dropping her all laughing on the + door-step, "and Tot shall have them sure, if papa can find them in S—. + Now good-bye, all! Willie, remember to take care of mamma, and I depend on + you to get up a Christmas dinner if I don't get back. Now, wife, don't + worry!" were his last words as the faithful old horse started down the + road. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barnes turned one more glance to the west, where a low, heavy bank of + clouds was slowly rising, and went into the little house to attend to her + morning duties. + </p> + <p> + "Willie," she said, when they were all in the snug little log-cabin in + which they lived, "I'm sure there's going to be a storm, and it may be + snow. You had better prepare enough wood for two or three days; Nora will + help bring it in." + </p> + <p> + "Me, too!" said grave little Tot. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Tot may help too," said mamma. + </p> + <p> + This simple little home was a busy place, and soon every one was hard at + work. It was late in the afternoon before the pile of wood, which had been + steadily growing all day, was high enough to satisfy Willie, for now there + was no doubt about the coming storm, and it would probably bring snow; no + one could guess how much, in that country of heavy storms. + </p> + <p> + "I wish the village was not so far off, so that papa could get back + to-night," said Willie, as he came in with his last load. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barnes glanced out of the window. Broad scattering snowflakes were + silently falling; the advance guard, she felt them to be, of a numerous + host. + </p> + <p> + "So do I," she replied anxiously, "or that he did not have to come over + that dreadful prairie, where it is so easy to get lost." + </p> + <p> + "But old Tim knows the way, even in the dark," said Willie proudly. "I + believe Tim knows more'n some folks." + </p> + <p> + "No doubt he does, about the way home," said mamma, "and we won't worry + about papa, but have our supper and go to bed. That'll make the time seem + short." + </p> + <p> + The meal was soon eaten and cleared away, the fire carefully covered up on + the hearth, and the whole little family quietly in bed. Then the storm, + which had been making ready all day, came down upon them in earnest. + </p> + <p> + The bleak wind howled around the corners, the white flakes by millions and + millions came with it, and hurled themselves upon that house. In fact, + that poor little cabin alone on the wide prairie seemed to be the object + of their sport. They sifted through the cracks in the walls, around the + windows, and under the door, and made pretty little drifts on the floor. + They piled up against it outside, covered the steps, and then the door, + and then the windows, and then the roof, and at last buried it completely + out of sight under the soft, white mass. + </p> + <p> + And all the time the mother and her three children lay snugly covered up + in their beds fast asleep, and knew nothing about it. + </p> + <p> + The night passed away and morning came, but no light broke through the + windows of the cabin. Mrs. Barnes woke at the usual time, but finding it + still dark and perfectly quiet outside, she concluded that the storm was + over, and with a sigh of relief turned over to sleep again. About eight + o'clock, however, she could sleep no more, and became wide awake enough to + think the darkness strange. At that moment the clock struck, and the truth + flashed over her. + </p> + <p> + Being buried under snow is no uncommon thing on the wide prairies, and + since they had wood and cornmeal in plenty, she would not have been much + alarmed if her husband had been home. But snow deep enough to bury them + must cover up all landmarks, and she knew her husband would not rest till + he had found them. To get lost on the trackless prairie was fearfully + easy, and to suffer and die almost in sight of home was no unusual thing, + and was her one dread in living there. + </p> + <p> + A few moments she lay quiet in bed, to calm herself and get control of her + own anxieties before she spoke to the children. + </p> + <p> + "Willie," she said at last, "are you awake?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mamma," said Willie; "I've been awake ever so long; isn't it most + morning?" + </p> + <p> + "Willie," said the mother quietly, "we mustn't be frightened, but I think—I'm + afraid—we are snowed in." + </p> + <p> + Willie bounded to his feet and ran to the door. "Don't open it!" said + mamma hastily; "the snow may fall in. Light a candle and look out the + window." + </p> + <p> + In a moment the flickering rays of the candle fell upon the window. Willie + drew back the curtain. Snow was tightly banked up against it to the top. + </p> + <p> + "Why, mamma," he exclaimed, "so we are! and how can papa find us? and what + shall we do?" + </p> + <p> + "We must do the best we can," said mamma, in a voice which she tried to + make steady, "and trust that it isn't very deep, and that Tim and papa + will find us, and dig us out." + </p> + <p> + By this time the little girls were awake and inclined to be very much + frightened, but mamma was calm now, and Willie was brave and hopeful. They + all dressed, and Willie started the fire. The smoke refused to rise, but + puffed out into the room, and Mrs. Barnes knew that if the chimney were + closed they would probably suffocate, if they did not starve or freeze. + </p> + <p> + The smoke in a few minutes choked them, and, seeing that something must be + done, she put the two girls, well wrapped in blankets, into the shed + outside the back door, closed the door to keep out the smoke, and then + went with Willie to the low attic, where a scuttle door opened onto the + roof. + </p> + <p> + "We must try," she said, "to get it open without letting in too much snow, + and see if we can manage to clear the chimney." + </p> + <p> + "I can reach the chimney from the scuttle with a shovel," said Willie. "I + often have with a stick." + </p> + <p> + After much labour, and several small avalanches of snow, the scuttle was + opened far enough for Willie to stand on the top round of the short + ladder, and beat a hole through to the light, which was only a foot above. + He then shovelled off the top of the chimney, which was ornamented with a + big round cushion of snow, and then by beating and shovelling he was able + to clear the door, which he opened wide, and Mrs. Barnes came up on the + ladder to look out. Dreary indeed was the scene! Nothing but snow as far + as the eye could reach, and flakes still falling, though lightly. + </p> + <p> + The storm was evidently almost over, but the sky was gray and overcast. + </p> + <p> + They closed the door, went down, and soon had a fire, hoping that the + smoke would guide somebody to them. + </p> + <p> + Breakfast was taken by candle-light, dinner—in time—in the + same way, and supper passed with no sound from the outside world. + </p> + <p> + Many times Willie and mamma went to the scuttle door to see if any one was + in sight, but not a shadow broke the broad expanse of white over which + toward night the sun shone. Of course there were no signs of the roads, + for through so deep snow none could be broken, and until the sun and frost + should form a crust on top there was little hope of their being reached. + </p> + <p> + The second morning broke, and Willie hurried up to his post of lookout the + first thing. No person was in sight, but he found a light crust on the + snow, and the first thing he noticed was a few half-starved birds trying + in vain to pick up something to eat. They looked weak and almost + exhausted, and a thought struck Willie. + </p> + <p> + It was hard to keep up the courage of the little household. Nora had + openly lamented that to-night was Christmas Eve, and no Christmas dinner + to be had. Tot had grown very tearful about her "waisins," and Mrs. + Barnes, though she tried to keep up heart, had become very pale and + silent. + </p> + <p> + Willie, though he felt unbounded faith in papa, and especially in Tim, + found it hard to suppress his own complaints when he remembered that + Christmas would probably be passed in the same dismal way, with fears for + papa added to their own misery. + </p> + <p> + The wood, too, was getting low, and mamma dared not let the fire go out, + as that was the only sign of their existence to anybody; and though she + did not speak of it, Willie knew, too, that they had not many candles, and + in two days at farthest they would be left in the dark. + </p> + <p> + The thought that struck Willie pleased him greatly, and he was sure it + would cheer up the rest. He made his plans, and went to work to carry them + out without saying anything about it. + </p> + <p> + He brought out of a corner of the attic an old boxtrap he had used in the + summer to catch birds and small animals, set it carefully on the snow, and + scattered crumbs of corn-bread to attract the birds. + </p> + <p> + In half an hour he went up again, and found to his delight he had caught + bigger game—a poor rabbit which had come from no one knows where + over the crust to find food. + </p> + <p> + This gave Willie a new idea; they could save their Christmas dinner after + all; rabbits made very nice pies. + </p> + <p> + Poor Bunny was quietly laid to rest, and the trap set again. This time + another rabbit was caught, perhaps the mate of the first. This was the + last of the rabbits, but the next catch was a couple of snowbirds. These + Willie carefully placed in a corner of the attic, using the trap for a + cage, and giving them plenty of food and water. + </p> + <p> + When the girls were fast asleep, with tears on their cheeks for the + dreadful Christmas they were going to have, Willie told mamma about his + plans. Mamma was pale and weak with anxiety, and his news first made her + laugh and then cry. But after a few moments given to her long pent-up + tears, she felt much better and entered into his plans heartily. + </p> + <p> + The two captives up in the attic were to be Christmas presents to the + girls, and the rabbits were to make the long anticipated pie. As for + plum-pudding, of course that couldn't be thought of. + </p> + <p> + "But don't you think, mamma," said Willie eagerly, "that you could make + some sort of a cake out of meal, and wouldn't hickory nuts be good in it? + You know I have some left up in the attic, and I might crack them softly + up there, and don't you think they would be good?" he concluded anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps so," said mamma, anxious to please him and help him in his + generous plans. "I can try. If I only had some eggs—but seems to me + I have heard that snow beaten into cake would make it light—and + there's snow enough, I'm sure," she added with a faint smile, the first + Willie had seen for three days. + </p> + <p> + The smile alone he felt to be a great achievement, and he crept carefully + up the ladder, cracked the nuts to the last one, brought them down, and + mamma picked the meats out, while he dressed the two rabbits which had + come so opportunely to be their Christmas dinner. "Wish you Merry + Christmas!" he called out to Nora and Tot when they waked. "See what Santa + Claus has brought you!" + </p> + <p> + Before they had time to remember what a sorry Christmas it was to be, they + received their presents, a live bird, for each, a bird that was never to + be kept in a cage, but fly about the house till summer came, and then to + go away if it wished. + </p> + <p> + Pets were scarce on the prairie, and the girls were delighted. Nothing + papa could have brought them would have given them so much happiness. + </p> + <p> + They thought no more of the dinner, but hurried to dress themselves and + feed the birds, which were quite tame from hunger and weariness. But after + a while they saw preparations for dinner, too. Mamma made a crust and + lined a deep dish—the chicken pie dish—and then she brought a + mysterious something out of the cupboard, all cut up so that it looked as + if it might be chicken, and put it in the dish with other things, and then + she tucked them all under a thick crust, and set it down in a tin oven + before the fire to bake. And that was not all. She got out some more + cornmeal, and made a batter, and put in some sugar and something else + which she slipped in from a bowl, and which looked in the batter something + like raisins; and at the last moment Willie brought her a cup of snow and + she hastily beat it into the cake, or pudding, whichever you might call + it, while the children laughed at the idea of making a cake out of snow. + This went into the same oven and pretty soon it rose up light and showed a + beautiful brown crust, while the pie was steaming through little fork + holes on top, and sending out most delicious odours. + </p> + <p> + At the last minute, when the table was set and everything ready to come + up, Willie ran up to look out of the scuttle, as he had every hour of + daylight since they were buried. In a moment came a wild shout down the + ladder. + </p> + <p> + "They're coming! Hurrah for old Tim!" + </p> + <p> + Mamma rushed up and looked out, and saw—to be sure—old Tim + slowly coming along over the crust, drawing after him a wood sled on which + were two men. + </p> + <p> + "It's papa!" shouted Willie, waving his arms to attract their attention. + </p> + <p> + "Willie!" came back over the snow in tones of agony. "Is that you? Are all + well?" + </p> + <p> + "All well!" shouted Willie, "and just going to have our Christmas dinner." + </p> + <p> + "Dinner?" echoed papa, who was now nearer. + </p> + <p> + "Where is the house, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, down here!" said Willie, "under the snow; but we're all right, only + we mustn't let the plum-pudding spoil." + </p> + <p> + Looking into the attic, Willie found that mamma had fainted away, and this + news brought to her aid papa and the other man, who proved to be a good + friend who had come to help. + </p> + <p> + Tim was tied to the chimney, whose thread of smoke had guided them home, + and all went down into the dark room. Mrs. Barnes soon recovered, and + while Willie dished up the smoking dinner, stories were told on both + sides. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Barnes had been trying to get through the snow and to find them all + the time, but until the last night had made a stiff crust he had been + unable to do so. Then Mrs. Barnes told her story, winding up with the + account of Willie's Christmas dinner. "And if it hadn't been for his + keeping up our hearts I don't know what would have become of us," she said + at last. + </p> + <p> + "Well, my son," said papa, "you did take care of mamma, and get up a + dinner out of nothing, sure enough; and now we'll eat the dinner, which I + am sure is delicious." + </p> + <p> + So it proved to be; even the cake, or pudding, which Tot christened snow + pudding, was voted very nice, and the hickory nuts as good as raisins. + When they had finished, Mr. Barnes brought in his packages, gave Tot and + the rest some "sure-enough waisins," and added his Christmas presents to + Willie's; but though all were overjoyed, nothing was quite so nice in + their eyes as the two live birds. + </p> + <p> + After dinner the two men and Willie dug out passages from the doors, + through the snow, which had wasted a good deal, uncovered the windows, and + made a slanting way to his shed for old Tim. Then for two or three days + Willie made tunnels and little rooms under the snow, and for two weeks, + while the snow lasted, Nora and Tot had fine times in the little snow + playhouses. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXX. MR. BLUFF'S EXPERIENCES OF HOLIDAYS* + </h2> + <p> + * Reprinted by permission of Moffat, Yird & Co., from Christmas. R.H. + Schauffler, Editor. + </p> + <p> + OLIVER BELL BUNCE + </p> + <p> + "I hate holidays," said Bachelor Bluff to me, with some little irritation, + on a Christmas a few years ago. Then he paused an instant, after which he + resumed: "I don't mean to say that I hate to see people enjoying + themselves. But I hate holidays, nevertheless, because to me they are + always the saddest and dreariest days of the year. I shudder at the name + of holiday. I dread the approach of one, and thank heaven when it is over. + I pass through, on a holiday, the most horrible sensations, the bitterest + feelings, the most oppressive melancholy; in fact, I am not myself at + holiday-times." + </p> + <p> + "Very strange," I ventured to interpose. + </p> + <p> + "A plague on it!" said he, almost with violence. "I'm not inhuman. I don't + wish anybody harm. I'm glad people can enjoy themselves. But I hate + holidays all the same. You see, this is the reason: I am a bachelor; I am + without kin; I am in a place that did not know me at birth. And so, when + holidays come around, there is no place anywhere for me. I have friends, + of course; I don't think I've been a very sulky, shut-in, reticent fellow; + and there is many a board that has a place for me—but not at + Christmastime. At Christmas, the dinner is a family gathering; and I've no + family. There is such a gathering of kindred on this occasion, such a + reunion of family folk, that there is no place for a friend, even if the + friend be liked. Christmas, with all its kindliness and charity and + good-will, is, after all, deuced selfish. Each little set gathers within + its own circle; and people like me, with no particular circle, are left in + the lurch. So you see, on the day of all the days in the year that my + heart pines for good cheer, I'm without an invitation. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's because I pine for good cheer," said the bachelor, sharply, + interrupting my attempt to speak, "that I hate holidays. If I were an + infernally selfish fellow, I wouldn't hate holidays. I'd go off and have + some fun all to myself, somewhere or somehow. But, you see, I hate to be + in the dark when all the rest of the world is in light. I hate holidays + because I ought to be merry and happy on holidays and can't. + </p> + <p> + "Don't tell me," he cried, stopping the word that was on my lips; "I tell + you, I hate holidays. The shops look merry, do they, with their bright + toys and their green branches? The pantomime is crowded with merry hearts, + is it? The circus and the show are brimful of fun and laughter, are they? + Well, they all make me miserable. I haven't any pretty-faced girls or + bright-eyed boys to take to the circus or the show, and all the nice girls + and fine boys of my acquaintance have their uncles or their grand-dads or + their cousins to take them to those places; so, if I go, I must go alone. + But I don't go. I can't bear the chill of seeing everybody happy, and + knowing myself so lonely and desolate. Confound it, sir, I've too much + heart to be happy under such circumstances! I'm too humane, sir! And the + result is, I hate holidays. It's miserable to be out, and yet I can't stay + at home, for I get thinking of Christmases past. I can't read—the + shadow of my heart makes it impossible. I can't walk—for I see + nothing but pictures through the bright windows, and happy groups of + pleasure-seekers. The fact is, I've nothing to do but to hate holidays. + But will you not dine with me?" + </p> + <p> + Of course, I had to plead engagement with my own family circle, and I + couldn't quite invite Mr. Bluff home that day, when Cousin Charles and his + wife, and Sister Susan and her daughter, and three of my wife's kin had + come in from the country, all to make a merry Christmas with us. I felt + sorry, but it was quite impossible, so I wished Mr. Bluff a "Merry + Christmas," and hurried homeward through the cold and nipping air. + </p> + <p> + I did not meet Bachelor Bluff again until a week after Christmas of the + next year, when I learned some strange particulars of what occurred to him + after our parting on the occasion just described. I will let Bachelor + Bluff tell his adventure for himself. + </p> + <p> + "I went to church," said he, "and was as sad there as everywhere else. Of + course, the evergreens were pretty, and the music fine; but all around me + were happy groups of people, who could scarcely keep down merry Christmas + long enough to do reverence to sacred Christmas. And nobody was alone but + me. Every happy paterfamilias in his pew tantalized me, and the whole + atmosphere of the place seemed so much better suited to every one else + than me that I came away hating holidays worse than ever. Then I went to + the play, and sat down in a box all alone by myself. Everybody seemed on + the best of terms with everybody else, and jokes and banter passed from + one to another with the most good-natured freedom. Everybody but me was in + a little group of friends. I was the only person in the whole theatre that + was alone. And then there was such clapping of hands, and roars of + laughter, and shouts of delight at all the fun going on upon the stage, + all of which was rendered doubly enjoyable by everybody having somebody + with whom to share and interchange the pleasure, that my loneliness got + simply unbearable, and I hated holidays infinitely worse than ever. + </p> + <p> + "By five o'clock the holiday became so intolerable that I said I'd go and + get a dinner. The best dinner the town could provide. A sumptuous dinner + for one. A dinner with many courses, with wines of the finest brands, with + bright lights, with a cheerful fire, with every condition of comfort—and + I'd see if I couldn't for once extract a little pleasure out of a holiday! + </p> + <p> + "The handsome dining-room at the club looked bright, but it was empty. Who + dines at this club on Christmas but lonely bachelors? There was a flutter + of surprise when I ordered a dinner, and the few attendants were, no + doubt, glad of something to break the monotony of the hours. + </p> + <p> + "My dinner was well served. The spacious room looked lonely; but the + white, snowy cloths, the rich window hangings, the warm tints of the + walls, the sparkle of the fire in the steel grate, gave the room an air of + elegance and cheerfulness; and then the table at which I dined was close + to the window, and through the partly drawn curtains were visible centres + of lonely, cold streets, with bright lights from many a window, it is + true, but there was a storm, and snow began whirling through the street. I + let my imagination paint the streets as cold and dreary as it would, just + to extract a little pleasure by way of contrast from the brilliant room of + which I was apparently sole master. + </p> + <p> + "I dined well, and recalled in fancy old, youthful Christmases, and + pledged mentally many an old friend, and my melancholy was mellowing into + a low, sad undertone, when, just as I was raising a glass of wine to my + lips, I was startled by a picture at the windowpane. It was a pale, wild, + haggard face, in a great cloud of black hair, pressed against the glass. + As I looked it vanished. With a strange thrill at my heart, which my lips + mocked with a derisive sneer, I finished the wine and set down the glass. + It was, of course, only a beggar-girl that had crept up to the window and + stole a glance at the bright scene within; but still the pale face + troubled me a little, and threw a fresh shadow on my heart. I filled my + glass once more with wine, and was again about to drink, when the face + reappeared at the window. It was so white, so thin, with eyes so large, + wild, and hungry-looking, and the black, unkempt hair, into which the snow + had drifted, formed so strange and weird a frame to the picture, that I + was fairly startled. Replacing, untasted, the liquor on the table, I rose + and went close to the pane. The face had vanished, and I could see no + object within many feet of the window. The storm had increased, and the + snow was driving in wild gusts through the streets, which were empty, save + here and there a hurrying wayfarer. The whole scene was cold, wild, and + desolate, and I could not repress a keen thrill of sympathy for the child, + whoever it was, whose only Christmas was to watch, in cold and storm, the + rich banquet ungratefully enjoyed by the lonely bachelor. I resumed my + place at the table; but the dinner was finished, and the wine had no + further relish. I was haunted by the vision at the window, and began, with + an unreasonable irritation at the interruption, to repeat with fresh + warmth my detestation of holidays. One couldn't even dine alone on a + holiday with any sort of comfort, I declared. On holidays one was + tormented by too much pleasure on one side, and too much misery on the + other. And then, I said, hunting for justification of my dislike of the + day, 'How many other people are, like me, made miserable by seeing the + fullness of enjoyment others possess!' + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, I know," sarcastically replied the bachelor to a comment of + mine; "of course, all magnanimous, generous, and noble-souled people + delight in seeing other people made happy, and are quite content to accept + this vicarious felicity. But I, you see, and this dear little girl—" + </p> + <p> + "Dear little girl?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I forgot," said Bachelor Bluff, blushing a little, in spite of a + desperate effort not to do so. "I didn't tell you. Well, it was so absurd! + I kept thinking, thinking of the pale, haggard, lonely little girl on the + cold and desolate side of the window-pane, and the over-fed, discontented, + lonely old bachelor on the splendid side of the window-pane, and I didn't + get much happier thinking about it, I can assure you. I drank glass after + glass of the wine—not that I enjoyed its flavour any more, but + mechanically, as it were, and with a sort of hope thereby to drown + unpleasant reminders. I tried to attribute my annoyance in the matter to + holidays, and so denounced them more vehemently than ever. I rose once in + a while and went to the window, but could see no one to whom the pale face + could have belonged. + </p> + <p> + "At last, in no very amiable mood, I got up, put on my wrappers, and went + out; and the first thing I did was to run against a small figure crouching + in the doorway. A face looked up quickly at the rough encounter, and I saw + the pale features of the window-pane. I was very irritated and angry, and + spoke harshly; and then, all at once, I am sure I don't know how it + happened, but it flashed upon me that I, of all men, had no right to utter + a harsh word to one oppressed with so wretched a Christmas as this poor + creature was. I couldn't say another word, but began feeling in my pocket + for some money, and then I asked a question or two, and then I don't quite + know how it came about—isn't it very warm here?" exclaimed Bachelor + Bluff, rising and walking about, and wiping the perspiration from his + brow. + </p> + <p> + "Well, you see," he resumed nervously, "it was very absurd, but I did + believe the girl's story—the old story, you know, of privation and + suffering, and just thought I'd go home with the brat and see if what she + said was all true. And then I remembered that all the shops were closed, + and not a purchase could be made. I went back and persuaded the steward to + put up for me a hamper of provisions, which the half-wild little youngster + helped me carry through the snow, dancing with delight all the way. And + isn't this enough?" + </p> + <p> + "Not a bit, Mr. Bluff. I must have the whole story." + </p> + <p> + "I declare," said Bachelor Bluff, "there's no whole story to tell. A widow + with children in great need, that was what I found; and they had a feast + that night, and a little money to buy them a load of wood and a garment or + two the next day; and they were all so bright, and so merry, and so + thankful, and so good, that, when I got home that night, I was mightily + amazed that, instead of going to bed sour at holidays, I was in a state of + great contentment in regard to holidays. In fact, I was really merry. I + whistled. I sang. I do believe I cut a caper. The poor wretches I had left + had been so merry over their unlooked-for Christmas banquet that their + spirits infected mine. + </p> + <p> + "And then I got thinking again. Of course, holidays had been miserable to + me, I said. What right had a well-to-do, lonely old bachelor hovering + wistfully in the vicinity of happy circles, when all about there were so + many people as lonely as he, and yet oppressed with want? 'Good gracious!' + I exclaimed, 'to think of a man complaining of loneliness with thousands + of wretches yearning for his help and comfort, with endless opportunities + for work and company, with hundreds of pleasant and delightful things to + do. Just to think of it! It put me in a great fury at myself to think of + it. I tried pretty hard to escape from myself and began inventing excuses + and all that sort of thing, but I rigidly forced myself to look squarely + at my own conduct. And then I reconciled my confidence by declaring that, + if ever after that day I hated a holiday again, might my holidays end at + once and forever! + </p> + <p> + "Did I go and see my proteges again? What a question! Why—well, no + matter. If the widow is comfortable now, it is because she has found a way + to earn without difficulty enough for her few wants. That's no fault of + mine. I would have done more for her, but she wouldn't let me. But just + let me tell you about New Year's—the New-Year's day that followed + the Christmas I've been describing. It was lucky for me there was another + holiday only a week off. Bless you! I had so much to do that day I was + completely bewildered, and the hours weren't half long enough. I did make + a few social calls, but then I hurried them over; and then hastened to my + little girl, whose face had already caught a touch of colour; and she, + looking quite handsome in her new frock and her ribbons, took me to other + poor folk, and,—well, that's about the whole story. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, as to the next Christmas. Well, I didn't dine alone, as you may + guess. It was up three stairs, that's true, and there was none of that + elegance that marked the dinner of the year before; but it was merry, and + happy, and bright; it was a generous, honest, hearty Christmas dinner, + that it was, although I do wish the widow hadn't talked so much about the + mysterious way a turkey had been left at her door the night before. And + Molly—that's the little girl—and I had a rousing appetite. We + went to church early; then we had been down to the Five Points to carry + the poor outcasts there something for their Christmas dinner; in fact, we + had done wonders of work, and Molly was in high spirits, and so the + Christmas dinner was a great success. + </p> + <p> + "Dear me, sir, no! Just as you say. Holidays are not in the least + wearisome any more. Plague on it! When a man tells me now that he hates + holidays, I find myself getting very wroth. I pin him by the buttonhole at + once, and tell him my experience. The fact is, if I were at dinner on a + holiday, and anybody should ask me for a sentiment, I should say, 'God + bless all holidays!'" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXI. MASTER SANDY'S SNAPDRAGON* + </h2> + <h3> + * This story was first published in Wide Awake, vol. 26. + </h3> + <p> + ELDRIDGE S. BROOKS + </p> + <p> + There was just enough of December in the air and of May in the sky to make + the Yuletide of the year of grace 1611 a time of pleasure and delight to + every boy and girl in "Merrie England" from the princely children in + stately Whitehall to the humblest pot-boy and scullery-girl in the hall of + the country squire. + </p> + <p> + And in the palace at Whitehall even the cares of state gave place to the + sports of this happy season. For that "Most High and Mighty Prince James, + by the Grace of God King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland"—as + you will find him styled in your copy of the Old Version, or what is known + as "King James' Bible"—loved the Christmas festivities, cranky, + crabbed, and crusty though he was. And this year he felt especially + gracious. For now, first since the terror of the Guy Fawkes plot which had + come to naught full seven years before, did the timid king feel secure on + his throne; the translation of the Bible, on which so many learned men had + been for years engaged, had just been issued from the press of Master + Robert Baker; and, lastly, much profit was coming into the royal treasury + from the new lands in the Indies and across the sea. + </p> + <p> + So it was to be a Merry Christmas in the palace at Whitehall. Great were + the preparations for its celebration, and the Lord Henry, the handsome, + wise and popular young Prince of Wales, whom men hoped some day to hail as + King Henry of England, was to take part in a jolly Christmas mask, in + which, too, even the little Prince Charles was to perform for the + edification of the court when the mask should be shown in the new and + gorgeous banqueting hall of the palace. + </p> + <p> + And to-night it was Christmas Eve. The Little Prince Charles and the + Princess Elizabeth could scarcely wait for the morrow, so impatient were + they to see all the grand devisings that were in store for them. So good + Master Sandy, under-tutor to the Prince, proposed to wise Archie + Armstrong, the King's jester, that they play at snapdragon for the + children in the royal nursery. + </p> + <p> + The Prince and Princess clamoured for the promised game at once, and soon + the flicker from the flaming bow lighted up the darkened nursery as, + around the witchlike caldron, they watched their opportunity to snatch the + lucky raisin. The room rang so loudly with fun and laughter that even the + King himself, big of head and rickety of legs, shambled in good-humouredly + to join in the sport that was giving so much pleasure to the royal boy he + so dearly loved, and whom he always called "Baby Charles." + </p> + <p> + But what was snapdragon, you ask? A simple enough game, but dear for many + and many a year to English children. A broad and shallow bowl or dish + half-filled with blazing brandy, at the bottom of which lay numerous + toothsome raisins—a rare tidbit in those days—and one of + these, pierced with a gold button, was known as the "lucky raisin." Then, + as the flaming brandy flickered and darted from the yawning bowl, even as + did the flaming poison tongues of the cruel dragon that St. George of + England conquered so valiantly, each one of the revellers sought to snatch + a raisin from the burning bowl without singe or scar. And he who drew out + the lucky raisin was winner and champion, and could claim a boon or reward + for his superior skill. Rather a dangerous game, perhaps it seems, but + folks were rough players in those old days and laughed at a burn or a + bruise, taking them as part of the fun. + </p> + <p> + So around Master Sandy's Snapdragon danced the royal children, and even + the King himself condescended to dip his royal hands in the flames, while + Archie Armstrong the jester cried out: "Now fair and softly, brother + Jamie, fair and softly, man. There's ne'er a plum in all that plucking so + worth the burning as there was in Signer Guy Fawkes' snapdragon when ye + proved not to be his lucky raisin." For King's jesters were privileged + characters in the old days, and jolly Archie Armstrong could joke with the + King on this Guy Fawkes scare as none other dared. + </p> + <p> + And still no one brought out the lucky raisin, though the Princess + Elizabeth's fair arm was scotched and good Master Sandy's peaked beard was + singed, and my Lord Montacute had dropped his signet ring in the fiery + dragon's mouth, and even His Gracious Majesty the King was nursing one of + his royal fingers. + </p> + <p> + But just as through the parted arras came young Henry, Prince of Wales, + little Prince Charles gave a boyish shout of triumph. + </p> + <p> + "Hey, huzzoy!" he cried, "'tis mine, 'tis mine! Look, Archie; see, dear + dad; I have the lucky raisin! A boon, good folk; a boon for me!" And the + excited lad held aloft the lucky raisin in which gleamed the golden + button. + </p> + <p> + "Rarely caught, young York," cried Prince Henry, clapping his hands in + applause. "I came in right in good time, did I not, to give you luck, + little brother? And now, lad, what is the boon to be?" + </p> + <p> + And King James, greatly pleased at whatever his dear "Baby Charles" said + or did, echoed his eldest son's question. "Ay lad, 'twas a rare good dip; + so crave your boon. What does my bonny boy desire?" + </p> + <p> + But the boy hesitated. What was there that a royal prince, indulged as was + he, could wish for or desire? He really could think of nothing, and + crossing quickly to his elder brother, whom, boy-fashion, he adored, he + whispered, "Ud's fish, Hal, what DO I want?" + </p> + <p> + Prince Henry placed his hand upon his brother's shoulder and looked + smilingly into his questioning eyes, and all within the room glanced for a + moment at the two lads standing thus. + </p> + <p> + And they were well worth looking at. Prince Henry of Wales, tall, comely, + open-faced, and well-built, a noble lad of eighteen who called to men's + minds, so "rare Ben Jonson" says, the memory of the hero of Agincourt, + that other + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + thunderbolt of war, + Harry the Fifth, to whom in face you are + So like, as Fate would have you so in worth; +</pre> + <p> + Prince Charles, royal Duke of York, Knight of the Garter and of the Bath, + fair in face and form, an active, manly, daring boy of eleven—the + princely brothers made so fair a sight that the King, jealous and + suspicious of Prince Henry's popularity though he was, looked now upon + them both with loving eyes. But how those loving eyes would have grown dim + with tears could this fickle, selfish, yet indulgent father have foreseen + the sad and bitter fates of both his handsome boys. + </p> + <p> + But, fortunately, such foreknowledge is not for fathers or mothers, + whatever their rank or station, and King James's only thought was one of + pride in the two brave lads now whispering together in secret confidence. + And into this he speedily broke. + </p> + <p> + "Come, come, Baby Charles," he cried, "stand no more parleying, but out + and over with the boon ye crave as guerdon for your lucky plum. Ud's fish, + lad, out with it; we'd get it for ye though it did rain jeddert staves + here in Whitehall." + </p> + <p> + "So please your Grace," said the little Prince, bowing low with true + courtier-like grace and suavity, "I will, with your permission, crave my + boon as a Christmas favor at wassail time in to-morrow's revels." + </p> + <p> + And then he passed from the chamber arm-in-arm with his elder brother, + while the King, chuckling greatly over the lad's show of courtliness and + ceremony, went into a learned discussion with my lord of Montacute and + Master Sandy as to the origin of the snapdragon, which he, with his + customary assumption of deep learning, declared was "but a modern + paraphrase, my lord, of the fable which telleth how Dan Hercules did kill + the flaming dragon of Hesperia and did then, with the apple of that famous + orchard, make a fiery dish of burning apple brandy which he did name + 'snapdragon.'" + </p> + <p> + For King James VI of Scotland and I of England was, you see, something too + much of what men call a pendant. + </p> + <p> + Christmas morning rose bright and glorious. A light hoarfrost whitened the + ground and the keen December air nipped the noses as it hurried the + song-notes of the score of little waifs who, gathered beneath the windows + of the big palace, sung for the happy awaking of the young Prince Charles + their Christmas carol and their Christmas noel: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + A child this day is born, + A child of great renown; + Most worthy of a sceptre, + A sceptre and a crown. + + Noel, noel, noel, + Noel sing we may + Because the King of all Kings + Was born this blessed day. + + These tidings shepherds heard + In field watching their fold, + Were by an angel unto them + At night revealed and told. + + Noel, noel, noel, + Noel sing we may + Because the King of all Kings + Was born this blessed day. + + He brought unto them tidings + Of gladness and of mirth, + Which cometh to all people by + This holy infant's birth. + + Noel, noel, noel, + Noel sing we may + Because the King of all Kings + Was born this blessed day. +</pre> + <p> + The "blessed day" wore on. Gifts and sports filled the happy hours. In the + royal banqueting hall the Christmas dinner was royally set and served, and + King and Queen and Princes, with attendant nobles and holiday guests, + partook of the strong dishes of those old days of hearty appetites. + </p> + <p> + "A shield of brawn with mustard, boyl'd capon, a chine of beef roasted, a + neat's tongue roasted, a pig roasted, chewets baked, goose, swan and + turkey roasted, a haunch of venison roasted, a pasty of venison, a kid + stuffed with pudding, an olive-pye, capons and dowsets, sallats and + fricases"—all these and much more, with strong beer and spiced ale + to wash the dinner down, crowned the royal board, while the great boar's + head and the Christmas pie, borne in with great parade, were placed on the + table joyously decked with holly and rosemary and bay. It was a great + ceremony—this bringing in of the boar's head. First came an + attendant, so the old record tells us, + </p> + <p> + "attyr'd in a horseman's coat with a Boares-speare in his hande; next to + him another huntsman in greene, with a bloody faulchion drawne; next to + him two pages in tafatye sarcenet, each of them with a messe of mustard; + next to whom came hee that carried the Boareshead, crosst with a greene + silk scarfe, by which hunge the empty scabbard of the faulchion which was + carried before him." + </p> + <p> + After the dinner—the boar's head having been wrestled for by some of + the royal yeomen—came the wassail or health-drinking. Then the King + said: + </p> + <p> + "And now, Baby Charles, let us hear the boon ye were to crave of us at + wassail as the guerdon for the holder of the lucky raisin in Master + Sandy's snapdragon." + </p> + <p> + And the little eleven-year-old Prince stood up before the company in all + his brave attire, glanced at his brother Prince Henry, and then facing the + King said boldly: + </p> + <p> + "I pray you, my father and my Hege, grant me as the boon I ask—the + freeing of Walter Raleigh." + </p> + <p> + At this altogether startling and unlooked-for request, amazement and + consternation appeared on the faces around the royal banqueting board, and + the King put down his untasted tankard of spiced ale, while surprise, + doubt and anger quickly crossed the royal face. For Sir Walter Raleigh, + the favourite of Queen Elizabeth, the lord-proprietor and colonizer of the + American colonies, and the sworn foe to Spain, had been now close prisoner + in the Tower for more than nine years, hated and yet dreaded by this + fickle King James, who dared not put him to death for fear of the people + to whom the name and valour of Raleigh were dear. + </p> + <p> + "Hoot, chiel!" cried the King at length, spluttering wrathfully in the + broadest of his native Scotch, as was his habit when angered or surprised. + "Ye reckless fou, wha hae put ye to sic a jackanape trick? Dinna ye ken + that sic a boon is nae for a laddie like you to meddle wi'? Wha hae put ye + to't, I say?" + </p> + <p> + But ere the young Prince could reply, the stately and solemn-faced + ambassador of Spain, the Count of Gondemar, arose in the place of honour + he filled as a guest of the King. + </p> + <p> + "My Lord King," he said, "I beg your majesty to bear in memory your pledge + to my gracious master King Philip of Spain, that naught save grave cause + should lead you to liberate from just durance that arch enemy of Spain, + the Lord Raleigh." + </p> + <p> + "But you did promise me, my lord," said Prince Charles, hastily, "and you + have told me that the royal pledge is not to be lightly broken." + </p> + <p> + "Ma certie, lad," said King James, "ye maunay learn that there is nae rule + wi'out its aicciptions." And then he added, "A pledge to a boy in play, + like to ours of yester-eve, Baby Charles, is not to be kept when matters + of state conflict." Then turning to the Spanish ambassador, he said: "Rest + content, my lord count. This recreant Raleigh shall not yet be loosed." + </p> + <p> + "But, my liege," still persisted the boy prince, "my brother Hal did say—" + </p> + <p> + The wrath of the King burst out afresh. + </p> + <p> + "Ay, said you so? Brother Hal, indeed!" he cried. + </p> + <p> + "I thought the wind blew from that quarter," and he angrily faced his + eldest son. "So, sirrah; 'twas you that did urge this foolish boy to work + your traitorous purpose in such coward guise!" + </p> + <p> + "My liege," said Prince Henry, rising in his place, "traitor and coward + are words I may not calmly hear even from my father and my king. You wrong + me foully when you use them thus. For though I do bethink me that the + Tower is but a sorry cage in which to keep so grandly plumed a bird as my + Lord of Raleigh, I did but seek—" + </p> + <p> + "Ay, you did but seek to curry favour with the craven crowd," burst out + the now thoroughly angry King, always jealous of the popularity of this + brave young Prince of Wales. "And am I, sirrah, to be badgered and + browbeaten in my own palace by such a thriftless ne'er-do-weel as you, + ungrateful boy, who seekest to gain preference with the people in this + realm before your liege lord the King? Quit my presence, sirrah, and that + instanter, ere that I do send you to spend your Christmas where your + great-grandfather, King Henry, bade his astrologer spend his—in the + Tower, there to keep company with your fitting comrade, Raleigh, the + traitor!" + </p> + <p> + Without a word in reply to this outburst, with a son's submission, but + with a royal dignity, Prince Henry bent his head before his father's + decree and withdrew from the table, followed by the gentlemen of his + household. + </p> + <p> + But ere he could reach the arrased doorway, Prince Charles sprang to his + side and cried, valiantly: "Nay then, if he goes so do I! 'Twas surely but + a Christmas joke and of my own devising. Spoil not our revel, my gracious + liege and father, on this of all the year's red-letter days, by turning my + thoughtless frolic into such bitter threatening. I did but seek to test + the worth of Master Sandy's lucky raisin by asking for as wildly great a + boon as might be thought upon. Brother Hal too, did but give me his + advising in joke even as I did seek it. None here, my royal father, would + brave your sovereign displeasure by any unknightly or unloyal scheme." + </p> + <p> + The gentle and dignified words of the young prince—for Charles + Stuart, though despicable as a king, was ever loving and loyal as a friend—were + as oil upon the troubled waters. The ruffled temper of the ambassador of + Spain—who in after years really did work Raleigh's downfall and + death—gave place to courtly bows, and the King's quick anger melted + away before the dearly loved voice of his favourite son. + </p> + <p> + "Nay, resume your place, son Hal," he said, "and you, gentlemen all, + resume your seats, I pray. I too did but jest as did Baby Charles here—a + sad young wag, I fear me, is this same young Prince." + </p> + <p> + But as, after the wassail, came the Christmas mask, in which both Princes + bore their parts, Prince Charles said to Archie Armstrong, the King's + jester: + </p> + <p> + "Faith, good Archie; now is Master Sandy's snapdragon but a false beast + withal, and his lucky raisin is but an evil fruit that pays not for the + plucking." + </p> + <p> + And wise old Archie only wagged his head and answered, "Odd zooks, Cousin + Charlie, Christmas raisins are not the only fruit that burns the fingers + in the plucking, and mayhap you too may live to know that a mettlesome + horse never stumbleth but when he is reined." + </p> + <p> + Poor "Cousin Charlie" did not then understand the full meaning of the wise + old jester's words, but he did live to learn their full intent. For when, + in after years, his people sought to curb his tyrannies with a revolt that + ended only with his death upon the scaffold, outside this very banqueting + house at Whitehall, Charles Stuart learned all too late that a "mettlesome + horse" needed sometimes to be "reined," and heard, too late as well, the + stern declaration of the Commons of England that "no chief officer might + presume for the future to contrive the enslaving and destruction of the + nation with impunity." + </p> + <p> + But though many a merry and many a happy day had the young Prince Charles + before the dark tragedy of his sad and sorry manhood, he lost all faith in + lucky raisins. Not for three years did Sir Walter Raleigh—whom both + the Princes secretly admired—obtain release from the Tower, and ere + three more years were past his head fell as a forfeit to the stern demands + of Spain. And Prince Charles often declared that naught indeed could come + from meddling with luck saving burnt fingers, "even," he said, "as came to + me that profitless night when I sought a boon for snatching the lucky + raisin from good Master Sandy's Christmas snapdragon." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXII. A CHRISTMAS FAIRY* + </h2> + <h3> + * Reprinted with the permission of the Henry Altemus Company. + </h3> + <p> + JOHN STRANGE WINTER + </p> + <p> + It was getting very near to Christmas time, and all the boys at Miss + Ware's school were talking about going home for the holidays. + </p> + <p> + "I shall go to the Christmas festival," said Bertie Fellows, "and my + mother will have a party, and my Aunt will give another. Oh! I shall have + a splendid time at home." + </p> + <p> + "My Uncle Bob is going to give me a pair of skates," remarked Harry + Wadham. + </p> + <p> + "My father is going to give me a bicycle," put in George Alderson. + </p> + <p> + "Will you bring it back to school with you?" asked Harry. + </p> + <p> + "Oh! yes, if Miss Ware doesn't say no." + </p> + <p> + "Well, Tom," cried Bertie, "where are you going to spend your holidays?" + </p> + <p> + "I am going to stay here," answered Tom in a very forlorn voice. + </p> + <p> + "Here—at school—oh, dear! Why can't you go home?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't go home to India," answered Tom. + </p> + <p> + "Nobody said you could. But haven't you any relatives anywhere?" + </p> + <p> + Tom shook his head. "Only in India," he said sadly. + </p> + <p> + "Poor fellow! That's hard luck for you. I'll tell you what it is, boys, if + I couldn't go home for the holidays, especially at Christmas—I think + I would just sit down and die." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no, you wouldn't," said Tom. "You would get ever so homesick, but you + wouldn't die. You would just get through somehow, and hope something would + happen before next year, or that some kind fairy would—" + </p> + <p> + "There are no fairies nowadays," said Bertie. + </p> + <p> + "See here, Tom, I'll write and ask my mother to invite you to go home with + me for the holidays." + </p> + <p> + "Will you really?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I will. And if she says yes, we shall have such a splendid time. We + live in London, you know, and have lots of parties and fun." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps she will say no?" suggested poor little Tom. + </p> + <p> + "My mother isn't the kind that says no," Bertie declared loudly. + </p> + <p> + In a few days' time a letter arrived from Bertie's mother. The boy opened + it eagerly. It said: + </p> + <p> + My own dear Bertie: + </p> + <p> + I am very sorry to tell you that little Alice is ill with scarlet fever. + And so you cannot come for your holidays. I would have been glad to have + you bring your little friend with you if all had been well here. + </p> + <p> + Your father and I have decided that the best thing that you can do is to + stay at Miss Ware's. We shall send your Christmas present to you as well + as we can. + </p> + <p> + It will not be like coming home, but I am sure you will try to be happy, + and make me feel that you are helping me in this sad time. + </p> + <p> + Dear little Alice is very ill, very ill indeed. Tell Tom that I am sending + you a box for both of you, with two of everything. And tell him that it + makes me so much happier to know that you will not be alone. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Your own mother. +</pre> + <p> + When Bertie Fellows received this letter, which ended all his Christmas + hopes and joys, he hid his face upon his desk and sobbed aloud. The lonely + boy from India, who sat next to him, tried to comfort his friend in every + way he could think of. He patted his shoulder and whispered many kind + words to him. + </p> + <p> + At last Bertie put the letter into Tom's hands. "Read it," he sobbed. + </p> + <p> + So then Tom understood the cause of Bertie's grief. "Don't fret over it," + he said at last. "It might be worse. Why, your father and mother might be + thousands of miles away, like mine are. When Alice is better, you will be + able to go home. And it will help your mother if she thinks you are almost + as happy as if you could go now." + </p> + <p> + Soon Miss Ware came to tell Bertie how sorry she was for him. + </p> + <p> + "After all," said she, smiling down on the two boys, "it is an ill wind + that blows nobody good. Poor Tom has been expecting to spend his holidays + alone, and now he will have a friend with him—Try to look on the + bright side, Bertie, and to remember how much worse it would have been if + there had been no boy to stay with you." + </p> + <p> + "I can't help being disappointed, Miss Ware," said Bertie, his eyes + filling with tears. + </p> + <p> + "No; you would be a strange boy if you were not. But I want you to try to + think of your poor mother, and write her as cheerfully as you can." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Bertie; but his heart was too full to say more. + </p> + <p> + The last day of the term came, and one by one, or two by two, the boys + went away, until only Bertie and Tom were left in the great house. It had + never seemed so large to either of them before. + </p> + <p> + "It's miserable," groaned poor Bertie, as they strolled into the + schoolroom. "Just think if we were on our way home now—how + different." + </p> + <p> + "Just think if I had been left here by myself," said Tom. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Bertie, "but you know when one wants to go home he never + thinks of the boys that have no home to go to." + </p> + <p> + The evening passed, and the two boys went to bed. They told stories to + each other for a long time before they could go to sleep. That night they + dreamed of their homes, and felt very lonely. Yet each tried to be brave, + and so another day began. + </p> + <p> + This was the day before Christmas. Quite early in the morning came the + great box of which Bertie's mother had spoken in her letter. Then, just as + dinner had come to an end, there was a peal of the bell, and a voice was + heard asking for Tom Egerton. + </p> + <p> + Tom sprang to his feet, and flew to greet a tall, handsome lady, crying, + "Aunt Laura! Aunt Laura!" + </p> + <p> + And Laura explained that she and her husband had arrived in London only + the day before. "I was so afraid, Tom," she said, "that we should not get + here until Christmas Day was over and that you would be disappointed. So I + would not let your mother write you that we were on our way home. You must + get your things packed up at once, and go back with me to London. Then + uncle and I will give you a splendid time." + </p> + <p> + For a minute or two Tom's face shone with delight. Then he caught sight of + Bertie and turned to his aunt. + </p> + <p> + "Dear Aunt Laura," he said, "I am very sorry, but I can't go." + </p> + <p> + "Can't go? and why not?" + </p> + <p> + "Because I can't go and leave Bertie here all alone," he said stoutly. + "When I was going to be alone he wrote and asked his mother to let me go + home with him. She could not have either of us because Bertie's sister has + scarlet fever. He has to stay here, and he has never been away from home + at Christmas time before, and I can't go away and leave him by himself, + Aunt Laura." + </p> + <p> + For a minute Aunt Laura looked at the boy as if she could not believe him. + Then she caught him in her arms and kissed him. + </p> + <p> + "You dear little boy, you shall not leave him. You shall bring him along, + and we shall all enjoy ourselves together. Bertie, my boy, you are not + very old yet, but I am going to teach you a lesson as well as I can. It is + that kindness is never wasted in this world." + </p> + <p> + And so Bertie and Tom found that there was such a thing as a fairy after + all. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0034" id="link2H_4_0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXIII. THE GREATEST OF THESE* + </h2> + <h3> + *This story was first printed in the Youth's Companion, vol. 76. + </h3> + <p> + JOSEPH MILLS HANSON + </p> + <p> + The outside door swung open suddenly, letting a cloud of steam into the + small, hot kitchen. Charlie Moore, a milk pail in one hand, a lantern in + the other, closed the door behind him with a bang, set the pail on the + table and stamped the snow from his feet. + </p> + <p> + "There's the milk, and I near froze gettin' it," said he, addressing his + partner, who was chopping potatoes in a pan on the stove. + </p> + <p> + "Dose vried bodadoes vas burnt," said the other, wielding his knife + vigorously. + </p> + <p> + "Are, eh? Why didn't you watch 'em instead of readin' your old + Scandinavian paper?" answered Charlie, hanging his overcoat and cap behind + the door and laying his mittens under the stove to dry. Then he drew up a + chair and with much exertion pulled off his heavy felt boots and stood + them beside his mittens. + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't you shut the gate after you came in from town? The cows got + out and went up to Roney's an' I had to chase 'em; 'tain't any joke + runnin' round after cows such a night as this." Having relieved his mind + of its grievance, Charlie sat down before the oven door, and, opening it, + laid a stick of wood along its outer edge and thrust his feet into the hot + interior, propping his heels against the stick. + </p> + <p> + "Look oud for dese har biscuits!" exclaimed his partner, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, hang the biscuits!" was Charlie's hasty answer. "I'll watch 'em. Why + didn't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Ay tank Ay fergit hem." + </p> + <p> + "Well, you don't want to forget. A feller forgot his clothes once, an' he + got froze." + </p> + <p> + "Ay gass dose taller vas ketch in a sbring snowstorm. Vas dose biscuits + done, Sharlie?" + </p> + <p> + "You bet they are, Nels," replied Charlie, looking into the pan. + </p> + <p> + "Dan subbar vas ready. Yom on!" + </p> + <p> + Nels picked up the frying-pan and Charlie the biscuits, and set them on + the oilcloth-covered table, where a plate of butter, a jar of plum jelly, + and a coffee-pot were already standing. + </p> + <p> + Outside the frozen kitchen window the snow-covered fields and meadows + stretched, glistening and silent, away to the dark belt of timber by the + river. Along the deep-rutted road in front a belated lumber-wagon passed + slowly, the wheels crunching through the packed snow with a wavering, + incessant shriek. + </p> + <p> + The two men hitched their chairs up to the table, and without ceremony + helped themselves liberally to the steaming food. For a few moments they + seemed oblivious to everything but the demands of hunger. The potatoes and + biscuits disappeared with surprising rapidity, washed down by large drafts + of coffee. These men, labouring steadily through the short daylight hours + in the dry, cold air of the Dakota winter, were like engines whose fires + had burned low—they were taking fuel. Presently, the first keen edge + of appetite satisfied, they ate more slowly, and Nels, straightening up + with a sigh, spoke: + </p> + <p> + "Ay seen Seigert in town ta-day. Ha vants von hundred fifty fer dose + team." + </p> + <p> + "Come down, eh?" commented Charlie. "Well, they're worth that. We'd better + take 'em, Nels. We'll need 'em in the spring if we break the north forty." + </p> + <p> + "Yas, et's a nice team," agreed Nels. "Ha vas driven ham ta-day." + </p> + <p> + "Is he haulin' corn?" + </p> + <p> + "Na; he had his kids oop gettin' Christmas bresents." + </p> + <p> + "Chris—By gracious! to-morrow's Christmas!" + </p> + <p> + Nels nodded solemnly, as one possessing superior knowledge. Charlie became + thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + "We'll come in sort of slim on it here, I reckon, Nels. Christmas ain't + right, somehow, out here. Back in Wisconsin, where I came from, there's + where you get your Christmas!" Charlie spoke with the unswerving prejudice + of mankind for the land of his birth. + </p> + <p> + "Yas, dose been right. En da ol' kontry dey havin' gret times Christmas." + </p> + <p> + Their thoughts were all bent now upon the holiday scenes of the past. As + they finished the meal and cleared away and washed the dishes they related + incidents of their boyhood's time, compared, reiterated, and embellished. + As they talked they grew jovial, and laughed often. + </p> + <p> + "The skee broke an' you went over kerplunk, hey? Haw, haw! That reminds me + of one time in Wisconsin—" + </p> + <p> + Something of the joyous spirit of the Christmastide seemed to have entered + into this little farmhouse set in the midst of the lonely, white fields. + In the hearts of these men, moving about in their dim-lighted room, was + reechoed the joyous murmur of the great world without: the gayety of the + throngs in city streets, where the brilliant shop-windows, rich with + holiday spoils, smile out upon the passing crowd, and the clang of + street-cars and roar of traffic mingle with the cries of street-venders. + The work finished, they drew their chairs to the stove, and filled their + pipes, still talking. + </p> + <p> + "Well, well," said Charlie, after the laugh occasioned by one of Nels' + droll stories had subsided. "It's nice to think of those old times. I'd + hate to have been one of these kids that can't have any fun. Christmas or + any other time." + </p> + <p> + "Ay gass dere ain't anybody much dot don'd have someding dis tams a year." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, there are, Nels! You bet there are!" + </p> + <p> + Charlie nodded at his partner with serious conviction. + </p> + <p> + "Now, there's the Roneys," he waved his pipe over his shoulder. "The old + man told me to-night when I was up after the cows that he's sold all the + crops except what they need for feedin'—wheat, and corn, and + everything, and some hogs besides—and ain't got hardly enough now + for feed and clothes for all that family. The rent and the lumber he had + to buy to build the new barn after the old one burnt ate up the money like + fury. He kind of laughed, and said he guessed the children wouldn't get + much Christmas this year. I didn't think about it's being so close when he + told me." + </p> + <p> + "No Christmas!" Nels' round eyes widened with astonishment. "Ay tank dose + been pooty bad!" He studied the subject for a few moments, his stolid face + suddenly grown thoughtful. Charlie stared at the stove. Far away by the + river a lonely coyote set up his quick, howling yelp. + </p> + <p> + "Dere's been seven kids oop dere," said Nels at last, glancing up as it + for corroboration. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, seven," agreed Charlie. + </p> + <p> + "Say, do ve need Seigert's team very pad?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, now that depends," said Charlie. "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "Nothin', only Ay vas tankin' ve might tak' some a das veat we vas goin' + to sell and—and—" + </p> + <p> + "Yep, what?" + </p> + <p> + "And dumb it on Roney's granary floor to-night after dere been asleeb." + </p> + <p> + Charlie stared at his companion for a moment in silence. Then he rose, + and, approaching Nels, examined his partner's face with solemn scrutiny. + </p> + <p> + "By the great horn spoon," he announced, finally, "you've got a head on + you like a balloon, my boy! Keep on gettin' ideas like that, and you'll + land in Congress or the poor-farm before many years!" + </p> + <p> + Then, abandoning his pretense of gravity, he slapped the other on the + back. + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't I think of that? It's the best yet. Seigert's team? Oh, hang + Seigert's team. We don't need it. We'll have a little merry Christmas out + of this yet. Only they mustn't know where it came from. I'll write a note + and stick it under the door, 'You'll find some merry wheat—'No, that + ain't it. 'You'll find some wheat in the granary to give the kids a merry + Christmas with,' signed, 'Santa Claus.'" + </p> + <p> + He wrote out the message in the air with a pointing forefinger. He had + entered into the spirit of the thing eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "It's half-past nine now," he went on, looking at the clock. "It'll be + eleven time we get the stuff loaded and hauled up there. Let's go out and + get at it. Lucky the bobs are on the wagon; they don't make such a racket + as wheels." + </p> + <p> + He took the lantern from its nail behind the door and lighted it, after + which he put on his boots, cap, and mittens, and flung his overcoat across + his shoulders. Nels, meanwhile, had put on his outer garments, also. + </p> + <p> + "Shut up the stove, Nels." Charlie blew out the light and opened the door. + "There, hang it!" he exclaimed, turning back. "I forgot the note. Ought to + be in ink, I suppose. Well, never mind now; we won't put on any style + about it." + </p> + <p> + He took down a pencil from the shelf, and, extracting a bit of wrapping + paper from a bundle behind the woodbox, wrote the note by the light of the + lantern. + </p> + <p> + "There, I guess that will do," he said, finally. "Come on!" + </p> + <p> + Outside, the night air was cold and bracing, and in the black vault of the + sky the winter constellations flashed and throbbed. The shadows of the two + men, thrown by the lantern, bobbed huge and grotesque across the snow and + among the bare branches of the cottonwoods, as they moved toward the barn. + </p> + <p> + "Ay tank ve put on dose extra side poards and make her an even fifty + pushel," said Nels, after they had backed the wagon up to the granary + door. "Ve might as vell do it oop right, skence ve're at it." + </p> + <p> + Having carried out this suggestion, the two shovelled steadily, with short + intervals of rest, for three quarters of an hour, the dark pile of grain + in the wagon-box rising gradually until it stood flush with the top. + </p> + <p> + Good it was to look upon, cold and soft and yielding to the touch, this + heaped-up wealth from the inexhaustible treasure-house of the mighty West. + Charlie and Nels felt something of this as they viewed the results of + their labours for a moment before hitching up the team. + </p> + <p> + "It's A number one hard," said Charlie, picking up a handful and sifting + it slowly through his fingers, "and it'll fetch seventy-four cents. But + you can't raise any worse on this old farm of ours if you try," he added, + a little proudly. "Nor anywhere else in the Jim River Valley, for that + matter." + </p> + <p> + As they approached the Roney place, looking dim and indistinct in the + darkness, their voices hushed apprehensively, and the noise of the + sled-runners slipping through the snow seemed to them to increase from a + purr to a roar. + </p> + <p> + "Here, stob a minute!" whispered Nels, in agony of discovery. "Ve're + magin' an awful noise. Ay'll go und take a beek." + </p> + <p> + He slipped away and cautiously approached the house. "Et's all right," he + whispered, hoarsely, returning after a moment; "dere all asleeb. But go + easy; Ay tank ve pest go easy." They seemed burdened all at once with the + consciences of criminals, and went forward with almost guilty timidity. + </p> + <p> + "Thunder, dere's a bump! Vy don'd you drive garefuller, Sharlie?" + </p> + <p> + "Drive yourself, if you think you can do any better!" As they came into + the yard a dog suddenly ran out from the barn, barking furiously. Charlie + reined up with an ejaculation of despair; "Look there, the dog! We're done + for now, sure! Stop him, Nels! Throw somethin' at 'im!" + </p> + <p> + The noise seemed to their excited ears louder than the crash of artillery. + Nels threw a piece of snow crust. The dog ran back a few steps, but his + barking did not diminish. + </p> + <p> + "Here, hold the lines. I'll try to catch 'im." Charlie jumped from the + wagon and approached the dog with coaxing words: "Come, doggie, good + doggie, nice boy, come!" + </p> + <p> + His manoeuvre, however, merely served to increase the animal's frenzy. As + Charlie approached the dog retired slowly toward the house, his head + thrown back, and his rapid barking increased to a long-drawn howl. + </p> + <p> + "Good boy, come! Bother the brute! He'll wake up the whole household! Nice + doggie! Phe-e—" + </p> + <p> + The noise, however, had no apparent effect upon the occupants of the + house. All remained as dark and silent as ever. + </p> + <p> + "Sharlie, Sharlie, let him go!" cried Nels, in a voice smothered with + laughter. "Ay go in dose parn; maype ha'll chase me." + </p> + <p> + His hope was well founded. The dog, observing this treacherous occupation + by the enemy of his last harbour of refuge, gave pursuit and disappeared + within the door, which Charlie, hard behind him, closed with a bang. There + was the sound of a hurried scuffle within. The dog's barking gave place to + terrified whinings, which in turn were suddenly quenched to a choking + murmur. + </p> + <p> + "Gome in, Sharlie, kvick!" + </p> + <p> + "You got him?" queried Charlie, opening the door cautiously. "Did he bite + you?" + </p> + <p> + "Na, yust ma mitten. Gat a sack or someding da die him oop in." + </p> + <p> + A sack was procured from somewhere, into which the dog, now silenced from + sheer exhaustion and fright, was unceremoniously thrust, after which the + sack was tied and flung into the wagon. This formidable obstacle overcome + and the Roneys still slumbering peacefully, the rest was easy. The granary + door was pried open and the wheat shovelled hurriedly in upon the empty + floor. Charlie then crept up to the house and slipped his note under the + door. + </p> + <p> + The sack was lifted from the now empty wagon and opened before the barn, + whereupon its occupant slipped meekly out and retreated at once to a far + corner, seemingly too much incensed at his discourteous treatment even to + fling a volley of farewell barks at his departing captors. + </p> + <p> + "Vell," remarked Nels, with a sigh of relief as they gained the road, "Ay + tank dose Roneys pelieve en Santa Claus now. Dose peen funny vay fer Santa + Claus to coom." + </p> + <p> + Charlie's laugh was good to hear. "He didn't exactly come down the + chimney, that's a fact, but it'll do at a pinch. We ought to have told + them to get a present for the dog—collar and chain. I reckon he + wouldn't hardly be thankful for it, though, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "Ay gass not. Ha liges ta haf hes nights ta hemself." + </p> + <p> + "Well, we had our fun, anyway. Sort of puts me in mind of old Wisconsin, + somehow." + </p> + <p> + From far off over the valley, with its dismantled cornfields and + snow-covered haystacks, beyond the ice-bound river, floated slow, and + sonorous, the mellow clanging of church bells. They were ushering in the + Christmas morn. Overhead the starlit heavens glistened, brooding and + mysterious, looking down with luminous, loving eyes upon these humble sons + of men doing a good deed, from the impulse of simple, generous hearts, as + upon that other Christmas morning, long ago, when the Jewish shepherds, + guarding their flocks by night, read in their shining depths that in + Bethlehem of Judea the Christ-Child was born. + </p> + <p> + The rising sun was touching the higher hilltops with a faint rush of + crimson the next morning when the back door of the Roney house opened with + a creak, and Mr. Roney, still heavy-eyed with sleep, stumbled out upon the + porch, stretched his arms above his head, yawned, blinked at the dazzling + snow, and then shambled off toward the barn. As he approached, the dog ran + eagerly out, gambolled meekly around his feet and caressed his boots. The + man patted him kindly. + </p> + <p> + "Hello, old boy! What were you yappin' around so for last night, huh? + Grain-thieves? You needn't worry about them. There ain't nothin' left for + them to steal. No, sir! If they got into that granary they'd have to take + a lantern along to find a pint of wheat. I don't suppose," he added, + reflectively, "that I could scrape up enough to feed the chickens this + mornin', but I guess I might's well see." + </p> + <p> + He passed over to the little building. What he saw when he looked within + seemed for a moment to produce no impression upon him whatever. He stared + at the hillock of grain in motionless silence. Finally Mr. Roney gave + utterance to a single word, "Geewhilikins!" and started for the house on a + run. Into the kitchen, where his wife was just starting the fire, the + excited man burst like a whirlwind. + </p> + <p> + "Come out here, Mary!" he cried. "Come out here, quick!" + </p> + <p> + The worthy woman, unaccustomed to such demonstrations, looked at him in + amazement. + </p> + <p> + "For goodness sake, what's come over you, Peter Roney?" she exclaimed. + "Are you daft? Don't make such a noise! You'll wake the young ones, and I + don't want them waked till need be, with no Christmas for 'em, poor little + things!" + </p> + <p> + "Never mind the young 'uns," he replied. "Come on!" + </p> + <p> + As they passed out he noticed the slip of paper under the door and picked + it up, but without comment. + </p> + <p> + He charged down upon the granary, his wife, with a shawl over her head, + close behind. + </p> + <p> + She peered in, apprehensively at first, then with eyes of widening wonder. + </p> + <p> + "Why, Peter!" she said, turning to him. "Why, Peter! What does—I + thought—" + </p> + <p> + "You thought!" he broke in. "Me, too. But it ain't so. It means that we've + got some of the best neighbours that ever was, a thinkin' of our young + 'uns this way! Read that!" and he thrust the paper into her hand. + </p> + <p> + "Why, Peter!" she ejaculated again, weakly. Then suddenly she turned, and + laying her head on his shoulder, began to sob softly. + </p> + <p> + "There, there," he said, patting her arm awkwardly. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you go and cry now. Let's just be thankful to the good Lord for + puttin' such fellers into the world as them fellers down the road. And now + you run in and hurry up breakfast while I do up the chores. Then we'll + hitch up and get into town 'fore the stores close. Tell the young 'uns + Santy didn't get round last night with their things, but we've got word to + meet him in town. Hey? Yes, I saw just the kind of sled Pete wants when I + was up yesterday, and that china doll for Mollie. Yes, tell 'em anything + you want. Twon't be too big. Santy Claus has come to Roney's ranch this + year, sure!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0035" id="link2H_4_0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXIV. LITTLE GRETCHEN AND THE WOODEN SHOE* + </h2> + <p> + * From "Christmastide," published by the Chicago Kindergarten College, + copyright 1902. + </p> + <p> + ELIZABETH HARRISON + </p> + <p> + The following story is one of many which has drifted down to us from the + story-loving nurseries and hearthstones of Germany. I cannot recall when I + first had it told to me as a child, varied, of course, by different + tellers, but always leaving that sweet, tender impression of God's loving + care for the least of his children. I have since read different versions + of it in at least a half-dozen story books for children. + </p> + <p> + Once upon a time, a long time ago, far away across the great ocean, in a + country called Germany, there could be seen a small log hut on the edge of + a great forest, whose fir-trees extended for miles and miles to the north. + This little house, made of heavy hewn logs, had but one room in it. A + rough pine door gave entrance to this room, and a small square window + admitted the light. At the back of the house was built an old-fashioned + stone chimney, out of which in winter usually curled a thin, blue smoke, + showing that there was not very much fire within. + </p> + <p> + Small as the house was, it was large enough for the two people who lived + in it. I want to tell you a story to-day about these two people. One was + an old, gray-haired woman, so old that the little children of the village, + nearly half a mile away, often wondered whether she had come into the + world with the huge mountains, and the great fir-trees, which stood like + giants back of her small hut. Her face was wrinkled all over with deep + lines, which, if the children could only have read aright, would have told + them of many years of cheerful, happy, self-sacrifice, of loving, anxious + watching beside sick-beds, of quiet endurance of pain, of many a day of + hunger and cold, and of a thousand deeds of unselfish love for other + people; but, of course, they could not read this strange handwriting. They + only knew that she was old and wrinkled, and that she stooped as she + walked. None of them seemed to fear her, for her smile was always + cheerful, and she had a kindly word for each of them if they chanced to + meet her on her way to and from the village. With this old, old woman + lived a very little girl. So bright and happy was she that the travellers + who passed by the lonesome little house on the edge of the forest often + thought of a sunbeam as they saw her. These two people were known in the + village as Granny Goodyear and Little Gretchen. + </p> + <p> + The winter had come and the frost had snapped off many of the smaller + branches from the pine-trees in the forest. Gretchen and her Granny were + up by daybreak each morning. After their simple breakfast of oatmeal, + Gretchen would run to the little closet and fetch Granny's old woollen + shawl, which seemed almost as old as Granny herself. Gretchen always + claimed the right to put the shawl over her Granny's head, even though she + had to climb onto the wooden bench to do it. After carefully pinning it + under Granny's chin, she gave her a good-bye kiss, and Granny started out + for her morning's work in the forest. This work was nothing more nor less + than the gathering up of the twigs and branches which the autumn winds and + winter frosts had thrown upon the ground. These were carefully gathered + into a large bundle which Granny tied together with a strong linen band. + She then managed to lift the bundle to her shoulder and trudged off to the + village with it. Here she sold the fagots for kindling wood to the people + of the village. Sometimes she would get only a few pence each day, and + sometimes a dozen or more, but on this money little Gretchen and she + managed to live; they had their home, and the forest kindly furnished the + wood for the fire which kept them warm in cold weather. + </p> + <p> + In the summer time Granny had a little garden at the back of the hut where + she raised, with little Gretchen's help, a few potatoes and turnips and + onions. These she carefully stored away for winter use. To this meagre + supply, the pennies, gained by selling the twigs from the forest, added + the oatmeal for Gretchen and a little black coffee for Granny. Meat was a + thing they never thought of having. It cost too much money. Still, Granny + and Gretchen were very happy, because they loved each other dearly. + Sometimes Gretchen would be left alone all day long in the hut, because + Granny would have some work to do in the village after selling her bundle + of sticks and twigs. It was during these long days that little Gretchen + had taught herself to sing the song which the wind sang to the pine + branches. In the summer time she learned the chirp and twitter of the + birds, until her voice might almost be mistaken for a bird's voice; she + learned to dance as the swaying shadows did, and even to talk to the stars + which shone through the little square window when Granny came home too + late or too tired to talk. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes, when the weather was fine, or her Granny had an extra bundle of + newly knitted stockings to take to the village, she would let little + Gretchen go along with her. It chanced that one of these trips to the town + came just the week before Christmas, and Gretchen's eyes were delighted by + the sight of the lovely Christmas-trees which stood in the window of the + village store. It seemed to her that she would never tire of looking at + the knit dolls, the woolly lambs, the little wooden shops with their + queer, painted men and women in them, and all the other fine things. She + had never owned a plaything in her whole life; therefore, toys which you + and I would not think much of, seemed to her to be very beautiful. + </p> + <p> + That night, after their supper of baked potatoes was over, and little + Gretchen had cleared away the dishes and swept up the hearth, because + Granny dear was so tired, she brought her own small wooden stool and + placed it very near Granny's feet and sat down upon it, folding her hands + on her lap. Granny knew that this meant she wanted to talk about + something, so she smilingly laid away the large Bible which she had been + reading, and took up her knitting, which was as much as to say: "Well, + Gretchen, dear, Granny is ready to listen." + </p> + <p> + "Granny," said Gretchen slowly, "it's almost Christmas time, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, dearie," said Granny, "only five more days now," and then she + sighed, but little Gretchen was so happy that she did not notice Granny's + sigh. + </p> + <p> + "What do you think, Granny, I'll get this Christmas?" said she, looking up + eagerly into Granny's face. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, child, child," said Granny, shaking her head, "you'll have no + Christmas this year. We are too poor for that." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, but, Granny," interrupted little Gretchen, "think of all the + beautiful toys we saw in the village to-day. Surely Santa Claus has sent + enough for every little child." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, dearie," said Granny, "those toys are for people who can pay money + for them, and we have no money to spend for Christmas toys." + </p> + <p> + "Well, Granny," said Gretchen, "perhaps some of the little children who + live in the great house on the hill at the other end of the village will + be willing to share some of their toys with me. They will be so glad to + give some to a little girl who has none." + </p> + <p> + "Dear child, dear child," said Granny, leaning forward and stroking the + soft, shiny hair of the little girl, "your heart is full of love. You + would be glad to bring a Christmas to every child; but their heads are so + full of what they are going to get that they forget all about anybody else + but themselves." Then she sighed and shook her head. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Granny," said Gretchen, her bright, happy tone of voice growing a + little less joyous, "perhaps the dear Santa Claus will show some of the + village children how to make presents that do not cost money, and some of + them may surprise me Christmas morning with a present. And, Granny, dear," + added she, springing up from her low stool, "can't I gather some of the + pine branches and take them to the old sick man who lives in the house by + the mill, so that he can have the sweet smell of our pine forest in his + room all Christmas day?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, dearie," said Granny, "you may do what you can to make the Christmas + bright and happy, but you must not expect any present yourself." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, but, Granny," said little Gretchen, her face brightening, "you forget + all about the shining Christmas angels, who came down to earth and sang + their wonderful song the night the beautiful Christ-Child was born! They + are so loving and good that they will not forget any little child. I shall + ask my dear stars to-night to tell them of us. You know," she added, with + a look of relief, "the stars are so very high that they must know the + angels quite well, as they come and go with their messages from the loving + God." + </p> + <p> + Granny sighed, as she half whispered, "Poor child, poor child!" but + Gretchen threw her arm around Granny's neck and gave her a hearty kiss, + saying as she did so: "Oh, Granny, Granny, you don't talk to the stars + often enough, else you wouldn't be sad at Christmas time." Then she danced + all around the room, whirling her little skirts about her to show Granny + how the wind had made the snow dance that day. She looked so droll and + funny that Granny forgot her cares and worries and laughed with little + Gretchen over her new snow-dance. The days passed on, and the morning + before Christmas Eve came. Gretchen having tidied up the little room—for + Granny had taught her to be a careful little housewife—was off to + the forest, singing a birdlike song, almost as happy and free as the birds + themselves. She was very busy that day, preparing a surprise for Granny. + First, however, she gathered the most beautiful of the fir branches within + her reach to take the next morning to the old sick man who lived by the + mill. The day was all too short for the happy little girl. When Granny + came trudging wearily home that night, she found the frame of the doorway + covered with green pine branches. + </p> + <p> + "It's to welcome you, Granny! It's to welcome you!" cried Gretchen; "our + old dear home wanted to give you a Christmas welcome. Don't you see, the + branches of evergreen make it look as if it were smiling all over, and it + is trying to say, 'A happy Christmas' to you, Granny!" + </p> + <p> + Granny laughed and kissed the little girl, as they opened the door and + went in together. Here was a new surprise for Granny. The four posts of + the wooden bed, which stood in one corner of the room, had been trimmed by + the busy little fingers, with smaller and more flexible branches of the + pine-trees. A small bouquet of red mountain-ash berries stood at each side + of the fireplace, and these, together with the trimmed posts of the bed, + gave the plain old room quite a festival look. Gretchen laughed and + clapped her hands and danced about until the house seemed full of music to + poor, tired Granny, whose heart had been sad as she turned toward their + home that night, thinking of the disappointment which must come to loving + little Gretchen the next morning. + </p> + <p> + After supper was over little Gretchen drew her stool up to Granny's side, + and laying her soft, little hands on Granny's knee, asked to be told once + again the story of the coming of the Christ-Child; how the night that he + was born the beautiful angels had sung their wonderful song, and how the + whole sky had become bright with a strange and glorious light, never seen + by the people of earth before. Gretchen had heard the story many, many + times before, but she never grew tired of it, and now that Christmas Eve + had come again, the happy little child wanted to hear it once more. + </p> + <p> + When Granny had finished telling it the two sat quiet and silent for a + little while thinking it over; then Granny rose and said that it was time + for them to go to bed. She slowly took off her heavy wooden shoes, such as + are worn in that country, and placed them beside the hearth. Gretchen + looked thoughtfully at them for a minute or two, and then she said, + "Granny, don't you think that somebody in all this wide world will think + of us to-night?" + </p> + <p> + "Nay, Gretchen," said Granny, "I don't think any one will." + </p> + <p> + "Well, then, Granny," said Gretchen, "the Christmas angels will, I know; + so I am going to take one of your wooden shoes, and put it on the + windowsill outside, so that they may see it as they pass by. I am sure the + stars will tell the Christmas angels where the shoe is." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, you foolish, foolish child," said Granny, "you are only getting ready + for a disappointment To-morrow morning there will be nothing whatever in + the shoe. I can tell you that now." + </p> + <p> + But little Gretchen would not listen. She only shook her head and cried + out: "Ah, Granny, you don't talk enough to the stars." With this she + seized the shoe, and, opening the door, hurried out to place it on the + windowsill. It was very dark without, and something soft and cold seemed + to gently kiss her hair and face. Gretchen knew by this that it was + snowing, and she looked up to the sky, anxious to see if the stars were in + sight, but a strong wind was tumbling the dark, heavy snow-clouds about + and had shut away all else. + </p> + <p> + "Never mind," said Gretchen softly to herself, "the stars are up there, + even if I can't see them, and the Christmas angels do not mind + snowstorms." + </p> + <p> + Just then a rough wind went sweeping by the little girl, whispering + something to her which she could not understand, and then it made a sudden + rush up to the snow-clouds and parted them, so that the deep, mysterious + sky appeared beyond, and shining down out of the midst of it was + Gretchen's favourite star. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, little star, little star!" said the child, laughing aloud, "I knew + you were there, though I couldn't see you. Will you whisper to the + Christmas angels as they come by that little Gretchen wants so very much + to have a Christmas gift to-morrow morning, if they have one to spare, and + that she has put one of Granny's shoes upon the windowsill ready for it?" + </p> + <p> + A moment more and the little girl, standing on tiptoe, had reached the + windowsill and placed the shoe upon it, and was back again in the house + beside Granny and the warm fire. + </p> + <p> + The two went quietly to bed, and that night as little Gretchen knelt to + pray to the Heavenly Father, she thanked him for having sent the + Christ-Child into the world to teach all mankind how to be loving and + unselfish, and in a few moments she was quietly sleeping, dreaming of the + Christmas angels. + </p> + <p> + The next morning, very early, even before the sun was up, little Gretchen + was awakened by the sound of sweet music coming from the village. She + listened for a moment and then she knew that the choir-boys were singing + the Christmas carols in the open air of the village street. She sprang up + out of bed and began to dress herself as quickly as possible, singing as + she dressed. While Granny was slowly putting on her clothes, little + Gretchen, having finished dressing herself, unfastened the door and + hurried out to see what the Christmas angels had left in the old wooden + shoe. + </p> + <p> + The white snow covered everything—trees, stumps, roads, and pastures—until + the whole world looked like fairyland. Gretchen climbed up on a large + stone which was beneath the window and carefully lifted down the wooden + shoe. The snow tumbled off of it in a shower over the little girl's hands, + but she did not heed that; she ran hurriedly back into the house, putting + her hand into the toe of the shoe as she ran. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Granny! Oh, Granny!" she exclaimed, "you didn't believe the Christmas + angels would think about us, but see, they have, they have! Here is a dear + little bird nestled down in the toe of your shoe! Oh, isn't he beautiful?" + </p> + <p> + Granny came forward and looked at what the child was holding lovingly in + her hand. There she saw a tiny chick-a-dee, whose wing was evidently + broken by the rough and boisterous winds of the night before, and who had + taken shelter in the safe, dry toe of the old wooden shoe. She gently took + the little bird out of Gretchen's hands, and skilfully bound his broken + wing to his side, so that he need not hurt himself by trying to fly with + it. Then she showed Gretchen how to make a nice warm nest for the little + stranger, close beside the fire, and when their breakfast was ready she + let Gretchen feed the little bird with a few moist crumbs. + </p> + <p> + Later in the day Gretchen carried the fresh, green boughs to the old sick + man by the mill, and on her way home stopped to see and enjoy the + Christmas toys of some other children whom she knew, never once wishing + that they were hers. When she reached home she found that the little bird + had gone to sleep. Soon, however, he opened his eyes and stretched his + head up, saying just as plain as a bird could say, "Now, my new friends, I + want you to give me something more to eat." Gretchen gladly fed him again, + and then, holding him in her lap, she softly and gently stroked his gray + feathers until the little creature seemed to lose all fear of her. That + evening Granny taught her a Christmas hymn and told her another beautiful + Christmas story. Then Gretchen made up a funny little story to tell to the + birdie. He winked his eyes and turned his head from side to side in such a + droll fashion that Gretchen laughed until the tears came. + </p> + <p> + As Granny and she got ready for bed that night, Gretchen put her arms + softly around Granny's neck, and whispered: "What a beautiful Christmas we + have had to-day, Granny! Is there anything in the world more lovely than + Christmas?" + </p> + <p> + "Nay, child, nay," said Granny, "not to such loving hearts as yours." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0036" id="link2H_4_0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + XXXV. CHRISTMAS ON BIG RATTLE* + </h2> + <h3> + * This story was first printed in the Youth's Companion, Dec. 14, 1905. + </h3> + <p> + THEODORE GOODRIDGE ROBERTS + </p> + <p> + Archer sat by the rude hearth of his Big Rattle camp, brooding in a sort + of tired contentment over the spitting fagots of var and glowing coals of + birch. + </p> + <p> + It was Christmas Eve. He had been out on his snowshoes all that day, and + all the day before, springing his traps along the streams and putting his + deadfalls out of commission—rather queer work for a trapper to be + about. + </p> + <p> + But Archer, despite all his gloomy manner, was really a sentimentalist, + who practised what he felt. + </p> + <p> + "Christmas is a season of peace on earth," he had told himself, while + demolishing the logs of a sinister deadfall with his axe; and now the + remembrance of his quixotic deed added a brightness to the fire and to the + rough, undecorated walls of the camp. + </p> + <p> + Outside, the wind ran high in the forest, breaking and sweeping tidelike + over the reefs of treetops. The air was bitterly cold. Another voice, + almost as fitful as the sough of the wind, sounded across the night. It + was the waters of Stone Arrow Falls, above Big Rattle. + </p> + <p> + The frosts had drawn their bonds of ice and blankets of silencing snow + over all the rest of the stream, but the white and black face of the falls + still flashed from a window in the great house of crystal, and threw out a + voice of desolation. + </p> + <p> + Sacobie Bear, a full-blooded Micmac, uttered a grunt of relief when his + ears caught the bellow of Stone Arrow Falls. He stood still, and turned + his head from side to side, questioningly. + </p> + <p> + "Good!" he said. "Big Rattle off there, Archer's camp over there. I go + there. Good 'nough!" + </p> + <p> + He hitched his old smooth-bore rifle higher under his arm and continued + his journey. Sacobie had tramped many miles—all the way from + ice-imprisoned Fox Harbor. His papoose was sick. His squaw was hungry. + Sacobie's belt was drawn tight. + </p> + <p> + During all that weary journey his old rifle had not banged once, although + few eyes save those of timberwolf and lynx were sharper in the hunt than + Sacobie's. The Indian was reeling with hunger and weakness, but he held + bravely on. + </p> + <p> + A white man, no matter how courageous and sinewy, would have been prone in + the snow by that time. + </p> + <p> + But Sacobie, with his head down and his round snowshoes padding! padding! + like the feet of a frightened duck, raced with death toward the haven of + Archer's cabin. + </p> + <p> + Archer was dreaming of a Christmas-time in a great faraway city when he + was startled by a rattle of snowshoes at his threshold and a soft beating + on his door, like weak blows from mittened hands. He sprang across the + cabin and pulled open the door. + </p> + <p> + A short, stooping figure shuffled in and reeled against him. A rifle in a + woollen case clattered at his feet. + </p> + <p> + "Mer' Christmas! How-do?" said a weary voice. + </p> + <p> + "Merry Christmas, brother!" replied Archer. Then, "Bless me, but it's + Sacobie Bear! Why, what's the matter, Sacobie?" + </p> + <p> + "Heap tired! Heap hungry!" replied the Micmac, sinking to the floor. + </p> + <p> + Archer lifted the Indian and carried him over to the bunk at the farther + end of the room. He filled his iron-pot spoon with brandy, and inserted + the point of it between Sacobie's unresisting jaws. Then he loosened the + Micmac's coat and shirt and belt. + </p> + <p> + He removed his moccasins and stockings and rubbed the straight thin feet + with brandy. + </p> + <p> + After a while Sacobie Bear opened his eyes and gazed up at Archer. + </p> + <p> + "Good!" he said. "John Archer, he heap fine man, anyhow. Mighty good to + poor Injun Sacobie, too. Plenty tobac, I s'pose. Plenty rum, too." + </p> + <p> + "No more rum, my son," replied Archer, tossing what was left in the mug + against the log wall, and corking the bottle, "and no smoke until you have + had a feed. What do you say to bacon and tea! Or would tinned beef suit + you better?" + </p> + <p> + "Bacum," replied Sacobie. + </p> + <p> + He hoisted himself to his elbow, and wistfully sniffed the fumes of brandy + that came from the direction of his bare feet. "Heap waste of good rum, me + t'ink," he said. + </p> + <p> + "You ungratefu' little beggar!" laughed Archer, as he pulled a frying pan + from under the bunk. + </p> + <p> + By the time the bacon was fried and the tea steeped, Sacobie was + sufficiently revived to leave the bunk and take a seat by the fire. + </p> + <p> + He ate as all hungry Indians do; and Archer looked on in wonder and + whimsical regret, remembering the miles and miles he had tramped with that + bacon on his back. + </p> + <p> + "Sacobie, you will kill yourself!" he protested. + </p> + <p> + "Sacobie no kill himself now," replied the Micmac, as he bolted a brown + slice and a mouthful of hard bread. "Sacobie more like to kill himself + when he empty. Want to live when he chock-full. Good fun. T'ank you for + more tea." + </p> + <p> + Archer filled the extended mug and poured in the molasses—"long + sweet'nin'" they call it in that region. + </p> + <p> + "What brings you so far from Fox Harbor this time of year?" inquired + Archer. + </p> + <p> + "Squaw sick. Papoose sick. Bote empty. Wan' good bacum to eat." + </p> + <p> + Archer smiled at the fire. "Any luck trapping?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + His guest shook his head and hid his face behind the upturned mug. + </p> + <p> + "Not much," he replied, presently. + </p> + <p> + He drew his sleeve across his mouth, and then produced a clay pipe from a + pocket in his shirt. + </p> + <p> + "Tobac?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + Archer passed him a dark and heavy plug of tobacco. + </p> + <p> + "Knife?" queried Sacobie. + </p> + <p> + "Try your own knife on it," answered Archer, grinning. + </p> + <p> + With a sigh Sacobie produced his sheath-knife. + </p> + <p> + "You t'ink Sacobie heap big t'ief," he said, accusingly. + </p> + <p> + "Knives are easily lost—in people's pockets," replied Archer. + </p> + <p> + The two men talked for hours. Sacobie Bear was a great gossip for one of + his race. In fact, he had a Micmac nickname which, translated, meant "the + man who deafens his friends with much talk." Archer, however, was pleased + with his ready chatter and unforced humour. + </p> + <p> + But at last they both began to nod. The white man made up a bed on the + floor for Sacobie with a couple of caribou skins and a heavy blanket. Then + he gathered together a few plugs of tobacco, some tea, flour, and dried + fish. + </p> + <p> + Sacobie watched him with freshly aroused interest. + </p> + <p> + "More tobac, please," he said. "Squaw, he smoke, too." + </p> + <p> + Archer added a couple of sticks of the black leaf to the pile. + </p> + <p> + "Bacum, too," said the Micmac. "Bacum better nor fish, anyhow." + </p> + <p> + Archer shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "You'll have to do with the fish," he replied; "but I'll give you a tin of + condensed milk for the papoose." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, ah! Him good stuff!" exclaimed Sacobie. + </p> + <p> + Archer considered the provisions for a second or two. Then, going over to + a dunnage bag near his bunk, he pulled its contents about until he found a + bright red silk handkerchief and a red flannel shirt. Their colour was too + gaudy for his taste. "These things are for your squaw," he said. + </p> + <p> + Sacobie was delighted. Archer tied the articles into a neat pack and stood + it in the corner, beside his guest's rifle. + </p> + <p> + "Now you had better turn in," he said, and blew out the light. + </p> + <p> + In ten minutes both men slept the sleep of the weary. The fire, a great + mass of red coals, faded and flushed like some fabulous jewel. The wind + washed over the cabin and fingered the eaves, and brushed furtive hands + against the door. + </p> + <p> + It was dawn when Archer awoke. He sat up in his bunk and looked about the + quiet, gray-lighted room. Sacobie Bear was nowhere to be seen. + </p> + <p> + He glanced at the corner by the door. Rifle and pack were both gone. He + looked up at the rafter where his slab of bacon was always hung. It, too, + was gone. + </p> + <p> + He jumped out of his bunk and ran to the door. Opening it, he looked out. + Not a breath of air stirred. In the east, saffron and scarlet, broke the + Christmas morning, and blue on the white surface of the world lay the + imprints of Sacobie's round snowshoes. + </p> + <p> + For a long time the trapper stood in the doorway in silence, looking out + at the stillness and beauty. + </p> + <p> + "Poor Sacobie!" he said, after a while. "Well, he's welcome to the bacon, + even if it is all I had." + </p> + <p> + He turned to light the fire and prepare breakfast. Something at the foot + of his bunk caught his eye. He went over and took it up. It was a cured + skin—a beautiful specimen of fox. He turned it over, and on the + white hide an uncultured hand had written, with a charred stick, "Archer." + </p> + <p> + "Well, bless that old red-skin!" exclaimed the trapper, huskily. "Bless + his puckered eyes! Who'd have thought that I should get a Christmas + present?" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Children's Book of Christmas +Stories, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHRISTMAS STORIES *** + +***** This file should be named 5061-h.htm or 5061-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/5/0/6/5061/ + +Produced by Dianne Bean, and David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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