Gretel. Oh, good saint, we were so afraid you wouldn't come.
Hans. Mother said you couldn't find us.
St. Nicholas. And I doubt if I could have found you, if it hadn't been for that little gleaming candle that you put in the window to light my way.
Gretel [holding his hand]. Oh, but, St. Nicholas, we ought to tell you that we didn't put the candle there for you.
Katrina. Why, who was it for?
Gretel [softly]. It was for the Christ-Child. We thought perhaps He would be out in the snow and cold—and we were so warm and happy!
St. Nicholas. Let me tell you, little Gretel, though the Christ-Child did not come, it is just as true that He sent me to you as it is that I was led here by the clear shining of the Christ-Candle.
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