ing it a faint rosy tinge. From
her head the illusion rippled in a long veil, floating down behind,
and there were long angel sleeves of the same material.

On her head was a small crown of gilt paper, with a large gilt star in
front, and she carried a gilt wand with a star on the end.

But the masterpiece of the costume, and one that did great credit to
the ingenuity of Fraeulein, was a pair of wings that were fastened to
Patty's shoulders. They were made of fine net, covered with fringed
tissue paper, which had the effect of soft white feathers.

Altogether Patty was a lovely vision, and it is doubtful if "The
Christmas Spirit" was represented more beautifully anywhere on earth
that Christmas Eve.

She floated about the room, delighted to be "dressed up."

Then, flying into the hall, she listened over the banister till she
heard Adele's signal from the piano.

Still listening, she heard Adele begin to sing softly a carol called
"The Christmas Spirit."

Slowly, in time to the music, Patty came down the great staircase. She
paused on the landing, which was but a few steps from the bottom, and
standing there, motionless as a picture, joined her voice to Adele's.

She sang the beautiful carol, Adele now singing alto, and the vision
of the beautiful Christmas Spirit, and the tones of Patty's exquisite
voice, gave the guests assembled in the hall a Christmas memory that
they could never forget.

As the last notes died away, there was a significant pause, and then a
storm of applause broke out.

They insisted on another song, but Patty shook her head laughingly,
and the next moment Adele played a merry, rollicking march on the
piano and the Lord of Misrule came bounding downstairs. He had a long
trumpet in his hand, upon which he sounded a few notes, and then waved
his sceptre majestically.

"I'm the Lord of Misrule," he announced, "and I have come to direct
our Christmas revels. To-night my word is law; you are all my
subjects, and must obey my decrees!"

A shout of applause greeted this gay banter, and then as Adele played
a lively strain, the Lord of Misrule gave a clever clog dance on the
staircase landing.

Then he sprang down the steps, and clasping the Christmas Spirit, the
two tripped away into a gay impromptu dance.

"Everybody dance!" shouted the Lord of Misrule, brandishing his
sceptre aloft, and obedient to his orders, the others caught the gay
spirit, and soon they were all dancing.

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