Livingstone pressed her to his breast convulsively and climbed into the sleigh without putting her down.
Neither spoke and when the sleigh stopped in front of Mr.Clark's door the child was still in Livingstone's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, the golden curls falling over his sleeve.

Even when he transferred her to her father's arms she did not wake.

She only sighed with sweet content and as Livingstone bent over and kissed her softly, muttered a few words about "Santa Claus's partner." A half-hour later, Livingstone, after another interview with Mr.Brown who was awaiting him patiently, drove back again to Mr.Clark's door with another sleighful of packages which were all duly transferred to the small room where stood the little Christmas-tree.
The handshake Livingstone gave John Clark as he came down the steps of the little house was the warmest he had given any man in twenty years.
It was so warm that it seemed to send the blood tingling through Livingstone's heart and warm it anew..