Oh, how happy the people were! And how happy Little Brother was! He ran out of the church and down the road toward the farm.
Pedro had warmed the dog and fed it, and was now on the way to the city. He hoped that he might see the people come out of the church.
Down the road Little Brother came running. Throwing himself into Pedro's arms, he cried, "Oh, Pedro, Pedro! The bells, the bells! I wish you could have heard them; and they rang when I laid your gift on the altar."
"I did hear them, Little Brother," said Pedro. "Their sound came to me over the snow,—the sweetest music I ever heard."
Long years after, when Pedro grew to be a man, he was a great musician. Many, many people came to hear him play.
Some one said to him one day, "How can you play so sweetly? I never heard such music before."
"Ah," said Pedro, "but you never heard the Christmas bells as I heard them that Christmas night years and years ago."
—OLD TALE RETOLD.