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Old Father Christmas
by
“At last the church clock struck. The sounds boomed heavily through the frost, and Patty thought there were four of them. Then, after due choking and whirring, our own clock struck, and we counted the strokes quite clearly–one! two! three! four! Then we got Kitty’s shawl once more, and stole out into the back-yard. We ran to our old place, and peeped, but could see nothing.
“‘We’d better get up on to the wall,’ I said; and with some difficulty and distress from rubbing her bare knees against the cold stones, and getting the snow up her sleeves, Patty got on the coping of the little wall. I was just struggling after her, when something warm and something cold coming suddenly against the bare calves of my legs, made me shriek with fright. I came down ‘with a run,’ and bruised my knees, my elbows, and my chin; and the snow that hadn’t gone up Patty’s sleeves, went down my neck. Then I found that the cold thing was a dog’s nose, and the warm thing was his tongue; and Patty cried from her post of observation, ‘It’s Father Christmas’s dog, and he’s licking your legs.’
“It really was the dirty little brown and white spaniel; and he persisted in licking me, and jumping on me, and making curious little noises, that must have meant something if one had known his language. I was rather harassed at the moment. My legs were sore, I was a little afraid of the dog, and Patty was very much afraid of sitting on the wall without me.
“‘You won’t fall,’ I said to her. ‘Get down, will you!’ I said to the dog.
“‘Humpty Dumpty fell off a wall,’ said Patty.
“‘Bow! wow!’ said the dog.
“I pulled Patty down, and the dog tried to pull me down; but when my little sister was on her feet, to my relief, he transferred his attentions to her. When he had jumped at her, and licked her several times, he turned round and ran away.
“‘He’s gone,’ said I; ‘I’m so glad.’
“But even as I spoke he was back again, crouching at Patty’s feet, and glaring at her with eyes the colour of his ears.
“Now Patty was very fond of animals, and when the dog looked at her she looked at the dog, and then she said to me, ‘He wants us to go with him.’
“On which (as if he understood our language, though we were ignorant of his) the spaniel sprang away, and went off as hard as he could; and Patty and I went after him, a dim hope crossing my mind–‘Perhaps Father Christmas has sent him for us.’
“This idea was rather favoured by the fact that the dog led us up the lane. Only a little way; then he stopped by something lying in the ditch–and once more we cried in the same breath, ‘It’s Old Father Christmas!'”
CHAPTER IV.
“Returning from the Hall, the old man had slipped upon a bit of ice, and lay stunned in the snow.
“Patty began to cry. ‘I think he’s dead,’ she sobbed.
“‘He is so very old, I don’t wonder,’ I murmured; ‘but perhaps he’s not. I’ll fetch Father.’
“My father and Kitty were soon on the spot. Kitty was as strong as a man; and they carried Father Christmas between them into the kitchen. There he quickly revived.
“I must do Kitty the justice to say that she did not utter a word of complaint at this disturbance of her labours; and that she drew the old man’s chair close up to the oven with her own hand. She was so much affected by the behaviour of his dog, that she admitted him even to the hearth; on which puss, being acute enough to see how matters stood, lay down with her back so close to the spaniel’s that Kitty could not expel one without kicking both.
“For our parts, we felt sadly anxious about the tree; otherwise we could have wished for no better treat than to sit at Kitty’s round table taking tea with Father Christmas. Our usual fare of thick bread and treacle was to-night exchanged for a delicious variety of cakes, which were none the worse to us for being ‘tasters and wasters’–that is, little bits of dough, or shortbread, put in to try the state of the oven, and certain cakes that had got broken or burnt in the baking.