But Bunny Face didn’t answer. He had his head on one side and was staring with all his eyes.
The lady puckered her lips and pointed and sort of blinked; so old Mrs. Hampton wrote in her order book: “1 framed picture, entitled The House of Santa Claus.”
“Now,” said Madam Iceberg in a business-like tone, “let’s begin to buy toys.”
“Who for?” asked Bunny Face.
“For your dump children,” answered Madam Iceberg.
So Bunny Face began. “That and that and that,” he said, pointing at fire engines and kites and hobbyhorses. And they bought dolls and dishes and sewing baskets for girls.
Then Madam Iceberg paid for the things out of her purse, and told Mrs. Hampton to send them up to her house, and said “Good-day.”
The other customers looked too surprised to speak when the lady and the little boy closed the door behind them.
When they were back in the sleigh and all covered up, she said, “Now how about Agnes’ present?”
“She hasn’t any place to sleep,” said Bunny Face, “but under the stove.”