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Mr. Joseph nodded.

“That’s so. I don’t want to grumble; but I tell you I did want to get Maggie a ‘real live doll,’ as she calls it. She never has had anything but homemade dolls, and that small heart of hers is set on a real one. There was one at Fisher’s store today–a big beauty with real hair, and eyes that opened and shut. Just fancy Maggie’s face if she saw such a Christmas box as that tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t let’s fancy it,” laughed Mrs. Joseph, “it is only aggravating. Talking of candy reminds me that I made a big plateful of taffy for the children today. It’s all the ‘Christmassy’ I could give them. I’ll get it out and put it on the table along with the children’s presents. That can’t be someone at the door!”

“It is, though,” said Mr. Joseph as he strode to the door and flung it open.

Two snowed-up figures were standing on the porch. As they stepped in, the Josephs recognized one of them as Mr. Ralston, a wealthy merchant in a small town fifteen miles away.

“Late hour for callers, isn’t it?” said Mr. Ralston. “The fact is, our horse has about given out, and the storm is so bad that we can’t proceed. This is my wife, and we are on our way to spend Christmas with my brother’s family at Lindsay. Can you take us in for the night, Mr. Joseph?”

“Certainly, and welcome!” exclaimed Mr. Joseph heartily, “if you don’t mind a shakedown by the kitchen fire for the night. My, Mrs. Ralston,” as his wife helped her off with her things, “but you are snowed up! I’ll see to putting your horse away, Mr. Ralston. This way, if you please.”

When the two men came stamping into the house again Mrs. Ralston and Mrs. Joseph were sitting at the fire, the former with a steaming hot cup of tea in her hand. Mr. Ralston put the big basket he was carrying down on a bench in the corner.

“Thought I’d better bring our Christmas flummery in,” he said. “You see, Mrs. Joseph, my brother has a big family, so we are taking them a lot of Santa Claus stuff. Mrs. Ralston packed this basket, and goodness knows what she put in it, but she half cleaned out my store. The eyes of the Lindsay youngsters will dance tomorrow–that is, if we ever get there.”

Mrs. Joseph gave a little sigh in spite of herself, and looked wistfully at the heap of gifts on the corner table. How meagre and small they did look, to be sure, beside that bulgy basket with its cover suggestively tied down.

Mrs. Ralston looked too.

“Santa Claus seems to have visited you already,” she said with a smile.

The Josephs laughed.

“Our Santa Claus is somewhat out of pocket this year,” said Mr. Joseph frankly. “Those are the little things the small folks here have made for each other. They’ve been a month at it, and I’m always kind of relieved when Christmas is over and there are no more mysterious doings. We’re in such cramped quarters here that you can’t move without stepping on somebody’s secret.”

A shakedown was spread in the kitchen for the unexpected guests, and presently the Ralstons found themselves alone. Mrs. Ralston went over to the Christmas table and looked at the little gifts half tenderly and half pityingly.

“They’re not much like the contents of our basket, are they?” she said, as she touched the calendar Jimmie had made for Mollie out of cardboard and autumn leaves and grasses.

“Just what I was thinking,” returned her husband, “and I was thinking of something else, too. I’ve a notion that I’d like to see some of the things in our basket right here on this table.”

“I’d like to see them all,” said Mrs. Ralston promptly. “Let’s just leave them here, Edward. Roger’s family will have plenty of presents without them, and for that matter we can send them ours when we go back home.”