“I expect our chimbley must be too little. Or maybe he don’t know we live here.”
“Oh, he knows where everybody lives; all the little children.”
“I’m so sorry he forgets me! Maybe it’s because I have no stockings! Oh, I wish, I wish I had!”
“Won’t Mrs. Tyke lend you one of hers?”
“I’m afraid to ask her. I wonder would Kris Kingle come if I put a bucket there for him?”
“I never heard of his giving toys in a bucket. If he gave you a large doll maybe he would. Have you got a large doll?”
“I never had any doll. I made one once out of a dust brush and some rags, but Mrs. Tyke whipped me and took it away. If I had a real doll I’d be so happy that I couldn’t stand it.”
“If Mrs. Tyke whipped you for it that would keep you from being too happy, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you ask your mamma to write to Kris Kingle to come?”