ous
procession to the edge of the glade, and laid it on the sledge. The
horses tossed their heads and drew their load bravely, as if the new
burden had made it lighter.

When they came to the house of Gundhar, he bade them throw open the
doors of the hall and set the tree in the midst of it. They kindled
lights among the branches until it seemed to be tangled full of
fire-flies. The children encircled it, wondering, and the sweet odour of
the balsam filled the house.

Then Winfried stood beside the chair of Gundhar, on the dais at the end
of the hall, and told the story of Bethlehem; of the babe in the manger,
of the shepherds on the hills, of the host of angels and their midnight
song. All the people listened, charmed into stillness.

But the boy Bernhard, on Irma's knee, folded in her soft arms, grew
restless as the story lengthened, and began to prattle softly at his
mother's ear.

"Mother," whispered the child, "why did you cry out so loud, when the
priest was going to send me to Valhalla?"

"Oh, hush, my child," answered the mother, and pressed him closer to her
side.

"Mother," whispered the boy again, laying his finger on the stains upon
her breast, "see, your dress is red! What are these stains? Did some one
hurt you?"

The mother closed his mouth with a kiss. "Dear, be still, and listen!"

The boy obeyed. His eyes were heavy with sleep. But he heard the last
words of Winfried as he spoke of the angelic messengers, flying over the
hills of Judea and singing as they flew. The child wondered and dreamed
and listened. Suddenly his face grew bright. He put his lips close to
Irma's cheek again.

"Oh, mother!" he whispered very low, "do not speak. Do you hear them?
Those angels have come back again. They are singing now behind the
tree."

And some say that it was true; but others say that it was only Gregor
and his companions at the lower end of the hall, chanting their
Christmas hymn:

All glory be to God on high,
And on the earth be peace!
Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to man,
Begin and never cease.

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