tty had a new gown for the occasion, of an exquisite shade of pink
chiffon, which just matched her cheeks. She did up her hair simply,
with a pink ribbon around it, and a pink rose tucked over one ear.

After she was all dressed, she flew to the nursery for a little confab
with Fraeulein, who was working away on the Turkey red.

"Will it be done?" asked Patty, anxiously.

"Oh, yes, indeed, Miss Patty; in ample time. And the crowns, too."

"Everything all right?" inquired a voice in the doorway, and Hal
Ferris stepped into the nursery.

"Yes," said Patty, her eyes sparkling. "Fraeulein will have them all
ready by the time dinner's over. Oh, I do _love_ to dress up!"

"You can't look any sweeter than you do this way," said Ferris,
glancing approvingly at the little pink dancing frock.

"You are so nice and complimentary," said Patty, flashing a smile at
him, and then they went downstairs together.

Dinner was a real Christmas feast. The table was properly decorated
with red ribbons and red candles and holly, and everybody had
souvenirs and Christmassy sort of trinkets, and everybody was very gay
and festive, and an air of Christmas jollity pervaded the atmosphere.

After dinner they all returned to the great hall, where the Christmas
tree was again lighted to add to the holiday effect.

Then Patty and Hal, who had let Adele into their secret, slipped away
from the crowd, and ran up to the nursery, where Fraeulein was
awaiting them.

The baby was asleep in the next room, so they must needs be careful
not to awaken her, and they tiptoed about as Fraeulein helped them to
don the robes she had made.

The Turkey red she had fashioned into a full-draped cloak, which she
adjusted around Hal's broad shoulders. It was trimmed with white fur,
and was caught up on one shoulder, toga fashion, with a spray of
holly. A massive gilt pasteboard crown she put on his head, and gave
him a long wand or sceptre covered with gilt paper and topped with a
cap and bells.

"I wonder if they'll know I'm Lord of Misrule," whispered Hal, as he
stalked up and down before the mirror, swishing his draperies about in
regal fashion.

"If they don't, I'll tell 'em," said Patty. "I wonder if they'll know
what I am."

"You look like an angel," said Hal, as he gazed at her.

The garment Fraeulein had made for Patty was simply straight, flowing
breadths of the white illusion, which fell straight from her
shoulders, her pink gown beneath giv