"Merry Christmas, Gracie!" she whispered in her sister's ear.

"I'm going to get our stockings and see if there is anything in 'em," and with a bound she was out on the floor and stealing across it to the fireplace, with care to make no noise.
She could not refrain, however, from a delighted "Oh!" as she laid hold of the stockings and felt that they were stuffed full of something.
"Did he come?
is there something in 'em ?" whispered Grace, as Lulu came back to the bedside.
"Yes, yes, indeed! they're just as full as they can be! I've brought 'em; here's yours," putting it into Gracie's hands and getting into bed again.

"Let's pull the things out and feel what they are, though we can't see much till it gets lighter." "Yes, let's," said Grace; "I couldn't bear to wait." They thought they were keeping very quiet, but Lu's "Oh!" had wakened her father and Violet and they were lying quietly listening and laughing softly to themselves.
There was a rustle of paper, then Gracie's voice in a loud whisper, "Oh another dolly for me! and I just know it's lovely! I can feel its hair, and its dress; it's all dressed!" Then Lulu's, "A potato! just a horrid, raw Irish potato! What do I want with that ?" "And I've got one too!" from Grace.

"Oh well, I s'pose that was to fill up, and maybe there's something nice lower down." "A sweet potato or a parsnip or something of that kind in mine," said Lulu, some slight vexation in her tone.

"Oh well, I've had so many nice things, and this is only for fun." "And here are some candies in mine," said Grace.