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offered his arm, and, with exaggerated ceremony, led Midget to the tree.

      She was a little bewildered by the glitter, and the variety of gifts hanging about, but she spied a lovely muff and boa of fluffy white fur that she felt sure must be meant for her.

      At any rate they were her choice, and Santa Claus gave them to her with hearty assurance that she had chosen well.

      Then he announced: "Next, of course, is little Kitty. Choose, my dear!

      Take something pretty!"

      Kitty advanced slowly. She knew well what she wanted, but she didn't see it on or under the tree.

      Santa Claus watched her roving eyes and then said: "If you don't like what you see, look around behind the tree!"

      So Kitty peered around, and sure enough, almost hidden by the strands of tinsel, there stood a bookcase.

      "I'll choose that!" she cried, in glee, and Mr. Maynard and Santa Claus pulled it out into view. It was the adjustable kind, with glass fronts, and Kitty had long desired just such a one for her room.

      "Isn't it beautiful!" she exclaimed, sitting down on the floor to examine it, and to imagine how it would look filled with story books.

      "Now, Sir Kingdon, approach," called out Santa Claus; "carefully scan the branches o'er, and help yourself from its ample store!"

      King came toward the tree, eying it carefully in search of something he wanted very much, yet scarcely dared hope for.

      But, half hidden by a paper fairy, he spied a gleam of gold, and pounced upon the dream of his heart, a gold watch!

      "This will do me!" he said, beaming with delight, at the fine time-piece, with its neat fob. It was a handsome affair for a boy of fourteen; but King was careful of his belongings, and Mr. Maynard had decided he could be trusted with it.

      Then the elder people received gifts from each other and from the children, and then everybody began to open bundles, and "thank you's" flew around like snowflakes, and tissue paper and gay ribbons were knee deep all over the floor.

      "I didn't know there were so many presents in the world!" said Marjorie, who sat blissfully on an ottoman, with her lap full of lovely things, and more on the floor beside her. Grandma had brought her an unset pearl. This was not a surprise, for Grandma had given her a pearl every Christmas of her life, and when the time came for her to wear them, they were to be made into a necklace.

      Uncle Steve had brought her a bureau set of ivory, with her monogram on the brushes, and the children gave her various trinkets.

      Then Stella and Molly had sent gifts to her, and Gladys and some of the other school girls had also sent Christmas remembrances, with the result that Midget was fairly bewildered at her possessions. The others too, had quantities of things, and Uncle Steve declared that he really had spilled his whole sack at this house, and he must rescue some of the things to take to other children. But he didn't really do this, and the Maynards, as was their custom, arranged their gifts on separate tables, and spent the morning admiring and discussing them.

      At two o'clock they had the Christmas feast.

      Nurse Nannie played a gay march on the piano, and Mr. Maynard, offering his arm to Grandma, led the way to the dining-room. King, escorting Rosy Posy, walked next, followed by Midget and Kitty. Last of all came Mrs.

      Maynard and Uncle Steve.

      The dining-table was almost as beautiful as the Christmas tree. Indeed, in the centre of it was a small tree, filled with tiny, but exquisite decorations, and sparkling with electric lights. The windows had been darkened, and the shining tree blazed brilliantly.

      The table was decorated with red ribbons and holly and red candles, and red candle shades and everybody had red favours and red paper bells.

      "I feel like a Robin Redbreast," said Marjorie; "isn't it all beautiful!

      Did you do it, Mother?"

      "Yes, with Sarah's help," said Mrs. Maynard, for her faithful and clever little waitress was of great assistance in such matters.

      "It's like eating in an enchanted palace," said Kitty. "Everything is so bright and sparkly and gleaming; and, oh! I'm so hungry!"

      "Me, too!" chimed in the other young Maynards, and then they proceeded to do ample justice to the good things Ellen sent in in abundance.

      But at last even the young appetites were satisfied, and while the elders sipped their coffee in the library, the children were sent off to play by themselves.

      The baby was turned over to Nurse Nannie, and the other three tumbled into their wraps and ran out of doors to play off some of their exuberant enthusiasm.

      CHAPTER IV

      HAPPY NEW YEAR!

      "It's been a gay old week, hasn't it?" said Marjorie, on New Year's Eve.

      "You bet!" cried King, who sometimes lapsed from the most approved diction. "Wish it was just beginning. We had fine skating till the snow came, and ever since, it's been bang-up sleighing. Well, only four more days, and then school, school, school!"

      "Don't remind me of it!" said Marjorie with a groan. "I wish I was a Fiji or whatever doesn't have to go to school at all!"

      "Oh, pshaw, Midge; it isn't so bad after you get started. Only holidays make you so jolly that it's hard to sit down and be quiet."

      "It's always hard for me to sit down and be quiet," said Midge. "If they'd let me walk around, or sit on the tables or window-sills, I wouldn't mind school so much. It's being cramped into those old desks that I hate."

      Poor little Marjorie, so active and restless, it was hard for her to endure the confinement of the schoolroom.

      "Why don't you ask mother to let you go to boarding-school, Mops?" asked Kitty, with an air of having suggested a brilliant solution of her sister's difficulties.

      Marjorie laughed. "No, thank you, Kitsie," she said. "What good would that do? In the school hours I s'pose I'd have to sit as still as I do here, and out of school hours I'd die of homesickness. Imagine being away off alone, without all of you!"

      Kitty couldn't imagine anything like that, so she gave it up.

      "Then I guess you'll have to go to school, same's you always have done."

      "I guess I will," said Marjorie, sighing. "But there's a few more days' holiday yet, and I'm not going to think about it till I have to. What shall we do to-night? It's the last night of the old year, you know."

      "I wonder if they'd let us sit up and see it out," said King.

      "We never have," returned Marjorie; "I don't believe Mother'd say yes, though maybe Father would."

      "If he does, Mother'll have to," said Kitty, with a knowledge born of experience. "Let's ask 'em."

      "It's almost bed-time now," said King, glancing at the clock; "but I'm not a bit sleepy."

      The others declared they were not, either, and they all went in search of their parents. They found them in the library, with Uncle Steve and Grandma, who were still visiting them.

      "Sit the old year out!" exclaimed Mr. Maynard, when he heard their request. "Why, you're almost asleep now!"

      "Oh, we're not a bit sleepy!" protested Marjorie. "Do, Daddy, dear, let us try it,—we never have, you know."

      "Why, I've no objections, if Mother hasn't."

      Mrs. Maynard looked as if she didn't think much of the plan, but Uncle

      Steve broke in, saying:

      "Oh, let them, of course! It can't do them any harm except to make them sleepy to-morrow, and they can nap all day if they like."

      "Yes, let them do it," said Grandma, who was an indulgent old lady. "But

      I'm glad I don't have to sit up with them."

      "I too," agreed Mr. Maynard. "I used to think it was fun, but I've seen so many New Years come sneaking in, that it's become an old, old story."

      "That's

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