The little girl's eyes opened wide when she saw the stocking and the treasures heaped on the floor.

She sat in her "nighty" amidst the wonders, books, and playthings in a circle about her, and the biggest doll of all hugged close in her arms.

Captain Cy, who had arisen at half past five in order to be with her on the great occasion, was at least as happy as she.
"Like 'em, do you ?" he asked, smiling.
"like 'em! O Uncle Cy! What makes everybody so good to me ?" "I don't know.

Strange thing, ain't it--considerin' what a hard little ticket you are." Bos'n laughed.

She understood her "Uncle Cy," and didn't mind being called a "hard ticket" by him.
"I--I--didn't believe anybody COULD have such a nice Christmas.