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all began to nibble at candies, and at last Christmas had really begun.

      The gifts in their stockings were always of a pretty, but trifling nature, as their more worth while presents were received later, from the tree.

      But there were always lots of little toys and trinkets, and always oranges and nuts and candies, and always tin whistles and rattles, and other noise-producing contraptions, so that soon the four grew gay and noisy and Nurse was obliged to pick up Baby Rosamond, lest she should be inadvertently upset.

      But perched in Nurse's lap, the little one waved a Christmas flag, and blew on a tiny tin trumpet, and quite made her share of the general hullaballoo. Marjorie had a new pencil-case, and some pretty handkerchiefs, and an inkstand, and a silver bangle, and a little diary, and some lovely hair-ribbons.

      And King was rejoicing over a fountain pen, a pocket-knife, a silk muffler, a rubber-stamp outfit, and some new gloves.

      Kitty had a little pocket-book, a silver shoe-buttoner, a blank-book, a pretty silk pincushion, and a bangle like Marjorie's.

      Baby Rosy had dolls and toys, and what with the candies and other goodies, there was a distracting array of Christmas all about.

      "And to think the day has scarcely begun!" said Marjorie, with a sigh of rapture, as she ate a cream date, at the same time twisting her wrist to catch the glitter of her new bangle.

      "Yes, but it's 'most half-past eight," said King, "and breakfast's at nine. I'm going to skittle!"

      He gathered up his new belongings, and with a sort of combination war-whoop and "Merry Christmas," he scampered away to his room. The two girls followed his example, and soon were busily dressing themselves and helping each other.

      Marjorie put on a scarlet cashmere, which, with the big red bows on her hair, made her look very Christmassy, the effect being added to by holly sprigs pinned on here and there. Kitty's frock was a sort of electric blue, that suited her fair hair, and she, too, was holly-decked.

      Then, after a hasty inspection of each other, to see that they were all right, the girls skipped downstairs.

      So expeditious had they been that not a Maynard was ahead of them, except their father, who had just come down.

      "Merry Christmas, girlies!" he cried, and just then everybody came down, almost all at once, and the greetings flew about, as thick as a snowstorm. Grandma Sherwood, in her soft grey breakfast-gown, beamed happily at her brood of grandchildren, and soon they all gathered round the table.

      "I wish Christmas was seventy-two hours long, said Marjorie, whose candies had not taken away her appetite for the specially fine breakfast that was being served in honor of the day.

      "But you'd fall asleep after twelve hours of it," said Uncle Steve; "so what good would it do you?"

      "I wouldn't!" declared King. "I could spend twelve hours having our regular Christmas in the house; and then twelve more outdoors, skating or something; and then twelve more—"

      "Eating," suggested his father, glancing at King's plate. "Well, since we can't have seventy-two hours of it, we must cram all the fun we can into twelve. Who's for a run out of doors before we have our Christmas tree?" The three older children agreed to this, and with Mr. Maynard and Uncle Steve they went out for a brisk walk.

      "Wish we could snowball," said King, as they returned, and stood for a few moments on the verandah. "It's cold enough, but there no sign of snow."

      "Pooh, you don't have to have snow to play a game of snowballs!" said his father. "Why didn't you say what you wanted sooner? You are such a diffident boy! Wait a minute."

      Mr. Maynard disappeared into the house, and returned with a large paper bag filled with something, they did not know what.

      "Come out on the lawn," he said, and soon they were all out on the brown, dry, winter grass.

      "Catch!" and then Mr. Maynard threw to one and another, some swift, white balls. They were really white pop-corn balls, but at first they looked like snowballs.

      The children caught on at once, and soon two or three dozen balls were whizzing from each to each, and they had the jolliest game! The balls were too light to hurt if they hit them, yet solid enough to throw well.

      To be sure, they broke to bits after many tosses, but the game lasted a half hour, and then Mr. Maynard declared that it was tree time.

      "Sounds like tea-time," said Kitty, as they trooped in.

      "Sounds a whole lot better than that!" said King.

      The tree was in the living-room. It had been brought in, and trimmed after the children went to bed the night before. So they had had no glimpse of it, and were now more than eager to see its glories.

      "Are we all here?" asked Mr. Maynard, as he looked over the group in the hall, awaiting the opening of the doors.

      "All but Uncle Steve," said Marjorie. "Why doesn't he come?"

      "We won't wait for him," said Mr. Maynard, and he gave a loud knock on the double doors of the living-room.

      Like magic the doors flew open, and waiting to receive them was Santa

      Claus himself!

      His jolly, smiling face was very red-cheeked, and his white hair and beard streamed down over his red coat, which was of that belted round-about shape that seems to be Santa Claus's favorite fashion.

      His red coat and trousers were trimmed with white fur and gold braid, and his high boots were covered with splashes of white that looked like snow. He wore a fur trimmed red cap, and big gold-rimmed spectacles. The latter, with the very red cheeks and long white beard, so changed Uncle Steve's appearance that at first no one seemed to recognize him.

      But they knew in a moment, and Marjorie grasped one hand and Kitty the other, as they cried out:

      "Hello, Uncle Santa Claus! how did you get so snowy?"

      "I came down from the arctic regions, my dears," said the smiling saint, "and up there we have perpetual snow."

      "It seems to be perpetual on your boots," observed King; "I'm sure it won't melt off at all!"

      "Yes, it's first-class snow," agreed Santa Claus, looking at his boots, which were really splashed with white-wash. "And here's little Miss Rosy Posy," he continued, picking up the baby, who, at first, was a little shy of the strange-looking figure. "This is the very little girl I've come to see, and she must pick something off the tree!"

      Rosy Posy recognized Uncle Steve's voice now, and contentedly nestled in his arms as he carried her to the tree. And such a tree as it was!

      It reached to the ceiling, and its top boughs had been cut off to get it in the room at all.

      The blinds had been closed, and the shades drawn, in order that the illuminations of the tree might shine out brightly, and the gorgeous sight quite took the children's breath away.

      The big tree was in the end of the room, and not only did sparkling tinsel rope deck the green branches, but its strands also reached out to the wall on either side, so that the tree seemed to be caught in an immense silver spider-web. Sparkling ornaments decked every limb and twig, and shining among them were hundreds of tiny electric lights of different colors.

      Many beautiful presents hung on the tree, without wrappings of any sort to hide their pretty effect, and many more gifts, tied in be-ribboned papers, lay on the floor beneath.

      Altogether, it looked as if the whole end of the room were a sort of glittering fairyland, and the children promptly agreed it was the most beautiful tree they had ever had.

      As Santa Claus held Baby Rosamond up to select for herself a gift from the tree, he held her so that she faced a big doll, almost as large as herself.

      "Oh, that will be my dollie!" she announced, holding out her little arms.

      The big doll was detached from its perch and handed to the child, who ran to nurse with her treasure, and would not be parted from it all day long.

      Then said Santa Claus: "Marjorie, next, may come and choose anything she would like to use."

      He

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