The children had written their Christmas letters, and put them on the mantel one night.
In the morning the letters were gone, so, of course, Santa Claus must have taken them.
Then it was the night before Christmas. Oh, how happy Bunny and Sue felt! They hung up their stockings and went to bed. Their rooms were next to one another with an open door between.
"Bunny," whispered Sue, as Mother Brown went out, after turning low the light; "Bunny, is you asleep?"
"No, Sue. Are you?"
"Nope. I don't feel sleepy. But does you think Santa Claus will surely come down that little chimney, when Aunt Lu hasn't got a fireplace for him?"
"I—I guess so, Sue."
"Come, you children must get quiet and go to sleep!" called Mother Brown. "It will be Christmas, and Santa Claus will be here all the quicker, if you go to sleep."
And at last Bunny Brown and his sister Sue did go to sleep. The sun was not up when they awoke, but it was Christmas morning.
"Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" cried Bunny and Sue as they ran to where they had hung their stockings.