"And we found Grandma's glasses, too!" added Weezie, holding up the spectacles.
"Well, I declare!" exclaimed the fat old lady. "They are my glasses! But you never can make me believe that Racky ran away by himself! A tramp took him, and left him in the field where you found him; that's how it happened! I know!"
"But, Grandma," said Weezie as Rod and Addie, with their dog Thump, hurried over to their own house, "we found Racky at Mrs. Chimney's cottage!"
"And he was just about to knock on the door, so she would take him in out of the storm," said Santa Claus.
"Stuff and nonsense! Stuff and nonsense!" laughed Grandma. "But I am delighted to have back my old rocker and my glasses," and, sitting very gently down in the chair, so that it creaked hardly at all, the old lady swayed to and fro, and, putting on her glasses, began to read the paper.
The snow rattled on the windows.
"Well, I'm glad you children are safe home out of the storm," said their father as he thanked Santa Claus for bringing them back.
And that night, when all was still and quiet in Happy Home, the chair called down the stairs to Gassy in the laundry:
"I had some wonderful adventures. I'll tell you about them sometime."
"Yes, do," invited the gas stove. "But not now. I am going to sleep."