Mrs. Van Buren was very much surprised. "Young people in this country," said she, "think they need a little money before Christmas day to buy presents."
"Sky-High needs none. He will make you presents on the Christ Child day. He has them now in his chest."
Mrs. Van Buren could not but wonder what the presents would be. Everything that Sky-High did had a surprise in it. All things that came out of the chest were of an astonishing character.
"And I will serve you the tea that you have not yet tasted," added the little servant. "On the Christ Child night I will make in the cup the tea that came from the eyelashes of the Dharma. And afterwards I will tell you the story of the Dharma."
Again, a day or two before the holiday of Good Will, Sky-High's mistress asked him to take his wages.
"Keep it for me, mistress," said the boy as before. "Sky-High, he works for the good of his people."
Mrs. Van Buren stood pondering the words. What meant the little Washee-washee-wang?
"Mistress," said the boy, busy folding the glossy napkins on the ironing table, "the master plans to make a voyage around the world with his family."
"Yes, Sky-High," said Mrs. Van Buren, "that the children may see the world before they begin to study about it."