“Now Patty was very fond of animals, and when the dog looked at her she looked at the dog, and then she said to me, ‘He wants us to go with him.’
“On which (as if he understood our language, though we were ignorant of his) the spaniel sprang away, and went off as hard as he could; and Patty and I went after him, a dim hope crossing my mind—‘Perhaps Father Christmas has sent him for us.’
“This idea was rather favoured by the fact that the dog led us up the lane. Only a little way; then he stopped by something lying in the ditch—and once more we cried in the same breath, ‘It’s Old Father Christmas!’”
Chapter Five.
“Returning from the Hall, the old man had slipped upon a bit of ice, and lay stunned in the snow.
“Patty began to cry. ‘I think he’s dead,’ she sobbed.
”‘He is so very old, I don’t wonder,’ I murmured; ‘but perhaps he’s not. I’ll fetch Father.’