"It is indeed," Eli agreed heartily.
When the door had closed upon their visitor, Rose and Eli stood staring at each other rather foolishly. She was the first to speak: "Is there no end to the fight between the old and the new generation?"
"We are just beginning the scrap with our new generation," he said. "She called him up and asked for Christian Science help! I wonder what else that little monkey has been up to?"
They soon found out. Carrying the doll Mr. Jackson had brought, Rose tiptoed after Eli into the nursery and gradually turned on the light. The first object to meet their eyes was Hannah's stocking, hanging precariously to a pin driven into the mantel. Pinned to the wall were several messages, neatly printed in pencil, which told their own tale:
Deer Santy—Nellie babtized me. Holy wotter.
Hannah.
Deer Santy—I want things in my stockin.
Hannah.
Deer Santy Claws—Ime a jentile. Nellie babtize me. Ime a jentile cath-lic C. S.
Hannah.