He was a large man, and solemn.

His beard was white and thick and hung far down on his breast.

The first time our little Susy ever saw him she encountered him on the street near our house and came flying wide-eyed to her mother and said, "Santa Claus has got loose!" Which reminds me of Rev.Charley Stowe's little boy--a little boy of seven years.

I met Rev.Charley crossing his mother's grounds one morning and he told me this little tale.

He had been out to Chicago to attend a Convention of Congregational clergymen, and had taken his little boy with him.