“I hope St. Nicholas will not leave me a switch, Mother,” says Jan.
“O, I hope not,” says Katrina. “You do not think he will, do you, Mother?”
Mother smiles and shakes her head: “I cannot tell, my little ones,” she says. “Go to sleep now, and in the morning we shall see.”
So Jan and Katrina turn their faces to the wall. They cuddle up in their warm feather beds and go to sleep.
CHRISTMAS MORNING
Jan and Katrina got up early on Christmas morning. They ran to the fireplace. There were the wooden shoes! They were filled with good things. There were toys on the floor beside the shoes.
“O Mother! Father! Come quick! See what the good St. Nicholas has brought us!” cried Jan and Katrina.