“‘Now come and I’ll show you crow number two.’
“Anna Belle was loath to leave this interesting window, but she obediently followed on.
“‘Look in here,’ whispered the Fairy, as they paused by another humble home.
“Anna Belle looked, to see an empty stocking swinging from the mantel. On it was pinned a paper, and Anna Belle read the large printed words:
“Dear Santa Claus—If you have enough things to go round won’t you give my sister a music box and a readin’ buck. She’s lame and can’t play like me. You needn’t give me anything. I can hear the music and read her’s.
“Jamie.”
“Anna Belle’s eyes filled as she read, and followed the Fairy to see two children fast asleep, dreaming of what they hoped they might find in the morning.
“‘They have no mother. The father isn’t much good, but does his best to feed them. In the morning those stockings will be as empty as they are now.’
“‘Dear! Dear! Why doesn’t some one know about it?’ asked Anna Belle tearfully.
“‘Some one does know now,’ replied the Fairy with a wise nod as they floated on.