In exactly three-quarters of a minute, Old Glory said, "What do you think of that?"
Behold! a wonderful fairy sleigh, white as a snowdrift, and shining in the moonlight as if covered with diamond dust.
It was piled high with softest cushions and robes of fur.
It was drawn by thirteen fairy horses, with arching necks and flowing manes and tails.
Each horse wore knots of red, white and blue at his ears and the lines were wound with ribbons of the same.
"Jump in," said Old Glory.
Into the midst of the cushions and furs they sprang.
Crack went the whip, tinkle went the bells. Over the house-tops, through the frosty air, among the moonbeams, up and away sailed fairy horses and sleigh, American flags and Uncle Sam's boys.
Santa Claus with his reindeer never went faster.
Presently the tinkling bells were hushed, and the fairy horses stood very still before the tomb of Abraham Lincoln.