"She'd probably be disappointed that it was only I, instead of some other woman's husband."
"Nelson, do let me go!…I think we might find easier seats," she laughed, as she came back to him.
He turned her toward the little mantel clock. It was two minutes of twelve.
"Almost Christmas morning!" she said softly. "I wonder if they'll call us up to-night."
"Hardly. We should have heard before. Everything was complete at ten o'clock."
"How surprised they were!" she mused smilingly. "I'm so glad you did it for them."
"I am glad you did it!" he amended.
She started to reply, but he lifted a detaining finger. The city hall clock was striking the hour.
"My princess,"—his lips touched her own,—"I wish you the joyfulest Christmas—"
"Ting! ting! Ting! ti-i-ng!" broke in imperiously.