he twenty-fourth of December arrived, and in the
evening the gifts must all be ready, and Hedwig had not one.

When evening came, however, Hedwig's presents were there, and I will
tell you how she managed it.

Little Hedwig was a German girl. She lived in a small village in the
north of Germany. Her father and mother had not very much money. They
could buy black bread and meat for their children, but there was little
money left for playthings. Though they were not rich, they were a happy
family; and if they had not toys they had one another, and that was
quite enough.

Hedwig was a busy little girl; there were so many things she could do
for mother. The baby always was happy with his big sister, and his big
sister was very fond of him.

On the morning of the day before Christmas, Hedwig got up earlier than
usual. She dressed baby, gave him his breakfast, and then, putting on
her things, asked what she should buy in the town.

"Now, Hedwig, get all the things carefully; take the big basket to carry
everything; and be sure not to forget to take the soup to Aunt Molly."
These were her mother's last words.

"All right, mother, dear; I will be back in good time," said Hedwig,
and, shutting the door, downstairs she ran and out into the street.

"Now, then," she said to herself, as she pushed her way bravely along,
"presents I must have; but how I am to get them I really don't know.
Auntie is sure to give me a groschen (a penny) for bringing the soup,
and that will buy a cake for Karl and a cake for baby. But then there
are mother, father, and the twins. Mother and father might share a
present, but how about the twins?"

The twins certainly were rather a trouble. They were six years old, just
four years younger than Hedwig, and insisted on having everything alike.

It was a very cold day and a long walk from the village to the town; but
Hedwig, trotting along in her warm cloak and hood, was so busy thinking
of her presents that she was not cold. Just as she was entering the town
gates, she met her playmate Anna. Hedwig was very pleased, and
determined to tell her dear friend all her troubles.

"Anna," she began, "I haven't a present for----"

But here she was interrupted, for Anna exclaimed, "Isn't it a shame.
Hedwig? You know our big barn; well, a cat has made her home there, and
has two beautiful kittens. Aunt Ottilia found it out this morning, and
she says the kittens must be drowned."

Hedwig was quite as ind