But suppose, instead of your coming to me, I come to you next Christmas ?" "Oh yes! yes!" cried Olly, who had just joined Aunt Emma and Milly, "come to our Christmas tree, Aunt Emma.

We'll give you ever such nice things--a ball and a top, and a train--perhaps--and--" "As if Aunt Emma would care for those kind of things!" said Milly.

"No, you shall give her some muffetees, you know, to keep her hands warm, and I'll make her a needlebook.

But, Aunt Emma, do listen! What can be the matter ?" They were just climbing the little bit of steep road which led to the farm, and suddenly they heard somebody roaring and screaming, and then an angry voice scolding, and then a great clatter, and then louder roaring than ever.
"What _is_ the matter ?" cried Milly, running on to the farm door, which was open.

But just as she got there, out rushed a tattered little figure with a tear-stained face, and hair flying behind.
"Tiza!" cried Milly, trying to stop her.