The little ones expressed some doubts as to whether Kriss Kringle would come to this particular room; and little "cherry lips" couldn't just see how the genius was going to get down the chimney, when the fire-place was closed up.
"Never mind, love; Kriss will find his way here," was my answer to all objections.
"But how do you know, mother?
Have you sent him word ?" "Oh, I know." Thus I put aside their enquiries, and hurried them off to bed.
"Now go to sleep right quickly," said I, after they were snugly under their warm blankets and comforts; "and to-morrow morning be up bright and early." And so I left them to their peaceful slumbers.
An hour it was, or more, ere Mr.Smith returned, with his pockets well laden.

I was in the parlor, where we had placed the Christmas tree, engaged in decorating it with rosettes, sugar toys, and the like.

At this work I had been some fifteen or twenty minutes, and had, I will own, become a little nervous.

My domestic had gone out, and I was alone in the house.

Once or twice, as I sat in the silent room, I imagined that I heard a movement in the one adjoining.