"I doesn't have to. I've just make-believe claws. Mamma, are you going to take me to church on Christmas?"
"Why, of course. Don't you want to go?"
"I didn't last Sunday; it was so long. The man in the white gown said so much. I fink he was a chatterbox."
"Why, Elinor! what a thing to say about the good rector."
"Well, mamma, it is what you say about me when I talk a long time, and you love me."
Mrs. Temple smiled. "Then you don't want to go to church on Christmas?"
"Oh, but I do; I like to hear the little boys sing, and I like to see the green things, but——"
"You get tired sitting so long?"
"Oh, no, mamma; I couldn't get tired; I get too much rested."