"Isn't there a Santa Claus?" she asked.
"So I have always been told."
"There, I said so; Bill says there isn't."
"And who is Bill?"
"Oh, a friend of mine," returned Elinor, jauntily.
"I should like to know something about him."
"Oh, he's just a boy with——" she clapped her hands over her mouth, and looked, with eyes full of laughter, at the doctor.
"What?"
"Oh, doctor, it isn't nice to make remarks about the dress of your friends," returned the little monkey, drawing down her mouth demurely, and looking up mischievously from under her long lashes.