Mrs. Nelson looked quizzically at the girl.
"Maybe I should never have encouraged him to enter a bank," she said, doubtfully.
The father came in, covered with snow.
"Hello, Santa," cried Lou.
"Did he come?" asked Nelson, returning his daughter's smile, but looking somewhat anxiously about.
"Yes," said Mrs. Nelson, "but he was tired and went to bed. Don't wake him up till morning."
"He isn't sick, is he?" asked the father.
"No, just a headache," said Lou.
By and by she went off to bed, upon which Nelson proceeded to unwrap several parcels he carried, and fill her stocking.
"It doesn't seem long," he said pensively, "since these two stockings weren't big enough to hold anything worth while."