“I’m so glad,” exclaimed Carl, “that my fine, old, greatest of grandmothers thought of having that good time at Christmas.”
“Dear me!” sighed Bessie, “if she hadn’t, we wouldn’t have this nice home to-day.”
“Mamma,” said Dot, “let’s have a good stocking-time next Christmas; just like that one, all but the Indians.”
“O, mamma, will you?” cried Bessie, jumping with glee.
“Where would we get the soldiers’ children, though,” questioned Carl.
“Lots of ’em in Russia and Turkey, if we only lived there,” observed Bessie. “But there’s always plenty of children that want a good time and never get it, just as much as the soldiers’ children did. Will you, mamma?”
“When Christmas comes again, I will try to make just as many little folks happy as I can,” said Mrs. Livingston.
“And we’ll begin now,” said Carl, “so as to be all ready. I shall saw all summer, so as to make lots of pretty brackets and things.”
“And I s’pose I shall have to dress about five hundred dolls to go ’round,” sighed Bessie, “there are so many children now-a-days.”