“Where are your sisters?”
“They are with mamma, hanging the bon-bons and fastening the wax tapers on the trees, I suppose; but when the presents are being brought in they will be sent off too, though Crescenz thinks herself old enough to light the candles and do everything.”
“In what room are they?”
“In the school-room, but you need not expect to get in; both doors are locked.”
“What do you think the little child Jesus will send you?” asked Peppy, approaching Hamilton confidentially. “Did you, too, put a list under your pillow, like Gustle? Next year, if I can write, I shall ask for so many things. Trumpets, and drums, and harlequins. What do you think you will get?”
“Bon-bons, probably.”
“And something else, too,” said Gustle, nodding his head.
“You promised not to tell,” cried Fritz, threateningly approaching his brother.
“Don’t you think,” cried Gustle, boldly, “that because you wear a uniform, I’m afraid of you. I’ll tell what I like——”
Fritz caught him by the collar, Gustle threw off his arm, and a considerable scuffle ensued.