"Guess who it is?" she cried.
Livingstone could hear them through the open door.
"Blue Beard," hazarded Mr. Clark.
"No—o!"
"Queen Victoria?"
"No—o—o!"
"Mary, Queen of Scots?—I know it's a queen."
"No. Now you are not guessing—It isn't any queen, at all."
"Yes, I am—Oh! I know—Santa Claus."