“A great deal of good,” said Sancho Wing. “You and Snythergen wait near the door. I am going to make that flunky open it for you.” And he was off before they could make any reply.
Sancho Wing flew through the open window into Santa Claus’ room. Cautiously he approached the bed and hid in Santa Claus’ great white beard. Santa moved uneasily.
“There are three wise men here to see you,” whispered Sancho softly.
“Why didn’t somebody tell me?” murmured Santa Claus, half asleep.
“The doorkeeper said you wouldn’t see anybody except by appointment,” replied Sancho.
“Is that true?” mumbled Santa Claus drowsily.
“Yes, he would not open the door; that is why I came in through the window.”
Santa Claus woke up with a jump. “Who am I talking to!” he shouted—“or was it only a dream? Whoever you are come out and let me see you! What are you hiding for?”
“I am just a voice, Santa Claus, and the rest of me is not very presentable. My necktie is untied and there is a hole in my stocking.”