exclaimed, in pretended horror.

"But I think you did, because when I went to the nursery of a sudden
last night, you threw your apron over something you was working, and
you looked ever so queer."

"Why, Bertie, I never thought you watched me so, I must be careful
what I do. Well, supposing I did, what should you like best?"

"A ball for Winnie and I to play in the house with. One that would not
break the windows, I mean."

Nurse laughed and looked wise, and then left the room. Soon after
Bertie finished dressing, and ran to wish mamma and papa a "Merry
Christmas."

"Well, my son, has St. Nick crept down your chimney?" asked papa
directing an arch glance at his wife.

"My St. Nick has," was the boy's answer, as he kissed his mamma.

"What was in the stocking, then? I think it's very strange no one hung
a stocking for me."

"What is that over yonder, Lawrence?" asked the lady, laughing.

"Ah, a stocking for me! that is more than I expected. Well, now I'm
satisfied that's a joke; and I shall find nothing in it but paper."

"I'll run and get mine, and then we'll look over our presents
together," said Bertie, in great glee.

Winnie now came in bringing a doll almost as large as herself. It was
made of kid, with a porcelain face, and had dresses which could be
taken off or put on at pleasure. This was given her by Mrs. Dodge and
the clothes by Nelly.

With a loud shout Bertie pulled out a small box in which was a
gingerbread man riding on a donkey. "I know where that came from very
quick," he said. "It smells just like Mrs. Taylor's gingerbread. Oh,
isn't it funny?"

"It is a very striking resemblance of you and Whitefoot," remarked
papa, trying to look grave, at which everybody laughed heartily.

Next came a small package tied with red cord, which contained--what do
you imagine? Why, a nightcap, with cook's compliments.

It was found to be a perfect fit, and mamma told him it would keep his
hair from being so snarled in the morning.

A pretty ball, just such as Bertie had caught a glimpse of under
Nancy's apron was next brought to view, which so much delighted him
that he dropped the stocking and began to toss it at once.

There was a gift from Miss Lerow of a beautiful pair of reins, knit of
bright worsted and ornamented with little bells. But what pleased him
perhaps more than everything else, was a jack-knife from Edward Torrey
with the words, "To the forgiving boy," marked on the inside of the
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