The gate swung open, and the old white-haired brother and sister went back to the home of their childhood together, and it was Christmas Day in the morning.

They had been kept from going through the gate all those years, because the Giant Scissors wouldn't let them pass.

Only those who belong to the kingdom of loving hearts can enter in." "Some day you must put that all in a book, Betty," said Cousin Carl, when she had finished.

"When we go to see the gate, I'll take my camera, and we'll get a picture of it.

Now I feel that I can properly appreciate it, having heard its wonderful history." There was a teasing light in his eyes that made Lloyd say, "Now you're laughin' at us, Cousin Carl, but it doesn't make any difference.