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to be honest, I saw a similar place in the lining of the skate bag. So I concluded that was the most approved way to make bags. Can you finish it now?"

      "Oh, yes; I've only to stitch a sort of casing and run a ribbon in for the strings. Thank you lots, Father dear. You always help me out. But I was afraid this was out of your line."

      "It isn't exactly in my day's work, as a rule; but I'm always glad to assist a fair lady in distress. Any other orders, mademoiselle?"

      "Not to-night, brave sir. But you might call in, any time you're passing."

      "Suppose I should pop in when you're engaged on a token of regard and esteem for my noble self?"

      "No danger! Your Christmas present is all done and put away. I had

      Mother's help on that."

      "Well, then it's sure to be satisfactory. Then I will bid you adieu, trusting to meet you again at dinner."

      "All right," said Marjorie, who had neatly; blindstitched the little ripped place, and was now making the casing for the ribbons.

      By dinner time the bag was nearly done, and she went to the table with a light heart, knowing that she could finish her mother's present that evening.

      "Who is the dinner for this year?" asked Mr. Maynard, as the family sat round their own dinner table.

      "Oh, the Simpsons," said Marjorie, in a tone of decision. "You know Mr.

      Simpson is still in the hospital, and they're awfully poor."

      It was the Maynards' habit to send, every Christmas, a generous dinner to some poor family in the town, and this year the children had decided on the Simpsons. In addition to the dinner, they always made up a box of toys, clothing, and gifts of all sorts. These were not always entirely new, but were none the less welcome for that.

      "A large family, isn't it?" said Mr. Maynard.

      "Loads of 'em," said King. "All ages and assorted sizes."

      "Well, I'll give shoes and mittens all round, for my share. Mother, you must look out for the dinner and any necessities that they need. Children, you can make toys and candies for them! can't you?"

      "Yes, indeed," said Marjorie; "we've lovely things planned. We're going to paste pictures on wood, and King is going to saw them up into picture-puzzles. And we're going to make scrap books, and dress dolls, and heaps of things."

      "And when are you going to take these things to them?"

      "I think we'd better take them the day before Christmas," said Mrs. Maynard. "Then Mrs. Simpson can prepare her turkey and such things over night if she wants to. I'm sure she'd like it better than to have all the things come upon her suddenly on Christmas morning."

      "Yes, that's true," said Mr. Maynard. "And then we must find something to amuse ourselves all day Christmas."

      "I rather guess we can!" said King. "Well have our own tree Christmas morning, and Grandma and Uncle Steve are coming, and if there's snow, we'll have a sleigh-ride, and if there's ice, we'll have skating,—oh, I just love Christmas!"

      "So do I," said Marjorie. "And we'll have greens all over the house, and wreaths tied with red ribbon,—"

      "And mince pie and ice cream, both!" interrupted Kitty; "oh, won't it be gorgeous!"

      "And then no school for a whole week!" said Marjorie, rapturously. "More than a week, for Christmas is on Thursday, so New Year's Day's on Thursday, too, and we have vacation on that Friday, too."

      "But Christmas and New Year's Day don't come on the same day of the week this year, Marjorie," said her father.

      "They don't! Why, Father, they always do! It isn't leap year, is it?"

      "Ho, Mops, leap year doesn't matter," cried King. "Of course, they always come on the same day of the week. What do you mean, Father?"

      "I mean just what I say; that Christmas Day and New Year's Day do not fall on the same day of the week this year."

      "Why, Daddy, you're crazy!" said Marjorie, "Isn't Christmas coming on

      Thursday?"

      "Yes, my child."

      "Well, isn't New Year's Day the following Thursday?"

      "Yes, but that's next year. New Year's Day of this year was nearly twelve months ago and was on Wednesday."

      "Oh, Father, what a sell! of course I meant this winter."

      "Well, you didn't say so. You said this year."

      "It's a good joke," said King, thinking it over. "I'll fool the boys with it, at school."

      The Maynards were a busy crowd during the short week that intervened before Christmas.

      From Mr. Maynard, who was superintending plans for his own family and for many beneficiaries, down to the cook, who was making whole shelves full of marvelous dainties, everybody was hurrying and skurrying from morning till night.

      The children had completed their gifts for their parents and for each other, and most of them were already tied in dainty tissue papers and holly ribbons awaiting the festal day.

      Now they were making gifts for the poor family of Simpsons, and they seemed to enjoy it quite as much as when making the more costly presents for each other.

      Marjorie came home from school at one o'clock, and as Mrs. Maynard had said she needn't practise her music any more until after the holidays, she had all her afternoons and the early part of the evenings to work at the Christmas things.

      She was especially clever with scissors and paste, and made lovely scrap-books by cutting large double leaves of heavy brown paper. On these she pasted post-cards or other colored pictures, also little verses or stories cut from the papers. Eight of these sheets were tied together by a bright ribbon at the back, and made a scrap-book acceptable to any child. Then, Marjorie loved to dress paper dolls. She bought a dozen of the pretty ones that have movable arms and feet, and dressed them most picturesquely in crinkled paper and lace paper. She made little hats, cloaks and muffs for them, and the dainty array was a fine addition to the Simpson's box.

      Kitty, too, made worsted balls for the Simpson babies, and little lace stockings, worked around with worsted, which were to be filled with candies.

      With Mrs. Maynard's help, they dressed a doll for each Simpson girl, and

      King sawed out a picture puzzle for each Simpson boy.

      Then, a few days before Christmas they all went to work and made candies. They loved to do this, and Mrs. Maynard thought home-made confectionery more wholesome than the bought kind. So they spent one afternoon, picking out nuts and seeding raisins, and making all possible beforehand preparations, and the next day they made the candy. As they wanted enough for their own family as well as the Simpsons, the quantity, when finished, was rather appalling.

      Pan after pan of cream chocolates, coconut balls, caramels, cream dates, cream nuts, and chocolate-dipped dainties of many sorts filled the shelves in the cold pantry.

      And Marjorie also made some old-fashioned molasses candy with peanuts in it, because it was a favorite with Uncle Steve.

      The day before Christmas the children were all allowed to stay home from school, for in the morning they were to pack the Christmas box for the Simpsons and, in the afternoon, take it to them.

      CHAPTER II

      A WELCOME CHRISTMAS GIFT

      The day before Christmas was a busy one in the Maynard household.

      The delightful breakfast that Ellen sent to the table could scarcely be eaten, so busily talking were all the members of the family.

      "Come home early, won't you, Father?" said Marjorie, as Mr. Maynard rose to go away to his business. "And don't forget to bring me that big holly-box I told you about."

      "As I've only thirty-seven other things to remember, I won't forget that, chickadee. Any last orders, Helen?"

      "No; only those I've already told you. Come home as early as you can, for there's lots to

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