Then, as Mr.Clark sat with his back to the door and she saw that no one else was present, the visitor inserted her whole body and, closing the door softly, with her eyes dancing and her little mouth puckered up in a mischievous way, she came on tiptoe across the floor, stealing towards Clark until she was within a few feet of him, when with a sudden little rush she threw her arms about his head and clapped her hands quickly over his eyes: "Guess who it is ?" she cried.
Livingstone could hear them through the open door.
"Blue Beard," hazarded Mr.Clark.
"No--o!" "Queen Victoria ?" "No--o--o!" "Mary, Queen of Scots ?--I know it's a queen." "No.

Now you are not guessing--It isn't any queen, at all." "Yes, I am--Oh! I know--Santa Claus." "No; but somebody 'at knows about him." "Mr.L--m--m--" Livingstone was not sure that he caught the name.
"No!!" in a very emphatic voice and with a sudden stiffening and a vehement shake of the head.
Livingstone knew now whose name it was.
"Now, if you guess right this time, you'll get a reward." "What reward ?" "Why,--Santa Claus will bring you a whole lot of nice--" "I don't believe that;--he will be too busy with some other folks I know, who--" "No, he won't--I know he's going to bring you--Oh!" She suddenly took one hand from Clark's eyes and clapped it over her mouth--but next second replaced it.--"And besides, I'll give you a whole lot of kisses." "Oh! yes, I know--the Princess with the Golden Locks, Santa Claus's Partner--the sweetest little kitten in the world, and her name is--Kitty Clark." "Umhm--m!" And on a sudden, the arms were transferred from about the forehead to the neck and the little girl, with her sunny head canted to one side, was making good her promise of reward.

Livingstone could hear the kisses.
The next second they moved out of the line of reflection in Livingstone's mirror.

But he could still catch fragments of what they said.

Clark spoke too low to be heard; but now and then, Livingstone could catch the little girl's words.