Livingstone had not had such a drive in years.

The little form snuggled against him closer and closer and the warm half sentences of childish prattle, as the little girl's imagination wove its fancies, came to him from amid the furs and made him feel as though he had left the earth and were driving in a new world.

It was like a dream.

Had youth come back?
Was it possible?
The sleigh stopped in front of a great long building.
"You have to ring at the side door at night," said the driver.

He appeared to know a good deal about the hospital.
Livingstone sprang out and rang the bell and then stepped back.
"When they open the door, you are to do all the talking," he said to Kitty as he lifted her down.
"Who shall I say rang ?" she asked.
"Santa Claus's partner." "But you-- ?" "No.