I couldn't have believed it of them ?" "Children are curious bodies," said Mr.Smith.
"I thought I heard some one in the next room," I remarked, "while you were out, and became really nervous for a while.

I heard the breathing of some one near me, also; but tried to argue myself into the belief that it was only imagination." Thus we conned over the little incident, while we arranged the children's toys.
"I know who Kriss Kringle is! I know!" was the triumphant affirmation of one and another of the children, as we gathered at the breakfast table next morning.
"Do you, indeed ?" said I, trying to look grave.
"Yes; it is papa." "Papa, Kriss Kringle! How can that be ?" "Oh, we know! We found out!" "Indeed!" And we, made, of course, a great wonder of this assertion.

The merry elves! What a happy Christmas it was for them.

Ever since, they have dated from the time when they found out who Kriss Kringle was.

It is all to no purpose that we pleasantly suggest the possibility of their having dreamed of what they allege to have occurred under their actual vision; they have recorded it in their memories, and refer to it as a veritable fact.
Dear children! How little they really ask of us, to make them happy.
Did we give them but a twentieth part of the time we devote to business, care, and pleasure, how greatly would we promote their good, and increase the measure of their enjoyment.