“Sure,” said Bunny Face. “Yours and mine.”
“Oh, that is so,” she said; “but I’ll have to talk to Santa Claus about your present, so that you’ll be surprised. That’s one of my secrets, you know.”
Of course that sounded pretty pleasant to Bunny Face—talking to Santa Claus about secrets and surprises. But something worried him at the same time: What was Madam Iceberg to get? And he grew so quiet that finally she bent over and looked at him.
“I don’t know what you are going to get for Christmas,” said Bunny Face slowly.
“Well, I know what I want,” said the lady gayly.
“Oh, what?” asked Bunny Face, sitting up straight.
“Why, a little guest on Christmas day,” she answered.
“A little what?” asked Bunny Face, for that wasn’t a present at all.
“Yes, a little guest, one Mr. Bunny Face, to come early on Christmas morning and stay all day. And to go around with me and help with all the secrets and surprises.”
When Bunny Face got out of the sleigh in front of Katie Duckworth’s store he not only felt that he had found Santa Claus’ house on Clark’s road, but that he had been talking with the Spirit of Christmas as well. But it was true, all of it, and the driver was to come for him early on Christmas morning; and Agnes could go too.