"I shouldn"t have thought you would have said that, Mr. Claus," she remarked. "I can"t help myself down below, but I generally have my rights respected up here. I should like to know what sane G.o.dfather or G.o.dmother would give one the name of "Tootsic.u.ms" in one"s baptism. They are bad enough, I must say; but I never heard of any of them calling a person "Tootsic.u.ms.""

"Come, come!" said S.C., chuckling comfortably and rubbing his hands.

"Don"t be too dignified,--it"s a bad thing. And don"t be too fond of flourishing your rights in people"s faces,--that"s the worst of all, Miss Midget. Folks who make such a fuss about their rights turn them into wrongs sometimes."

Then he turned suddenly to Jem.

"You are the little girl from down below," he said.

"Yes, sir," answered Jem. "I"m Jem, and this is my friend Flora,--out of the blue book."

"I"m happy to make her acquaintance," said S.C., "and I"m happy to make yours. You are a nice child, though a trifle peppery. I"m very glad to see you."

"I"m very glad indeed to see you, sir," said Jem. "I wasn"t quite sure--"

But there she stopped, feeling that it would be scarcely polite to tell him that she had begun of late years to lose faith in him.

But S.C. only chuckled more comfortably than ever and rubbed his hands again.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Eh! Eh!" he said. "What! What! Who"s this, Tootsic.u.ms?"]

"Ho, ho!" he said. "You know who I am, then?"

Jem hesitated a moment, wondering whether it would not be taking a liberty to mention his name without putting "Mr." before it: then she remembered what Baby had called him.

"Baby called you "Mr. Claus," sir," she replied; "and I have seen pictures of you."

"To be sure," said S.C. "S. Claus, Esquire, of Chimneyland. How do you like me?"

"Very much," answered Jem; "very much, indeed, sir."

"Glad of it! Glad of it! But what was it you were going to say you were not quite sure of?"

Jem blushed a little.

"I was not quite sure that--that you were true, sir. At least I have not been quite sure since I have been older."

S.C. rubbed the bald part of his head and gave a little sigh.

"I hope I have not hurt your feelings, sir," faltered Jem, who was a very kind hearted little soul.

"Well, no," said S.C. "Not exactly. And it is not your fault either. It is natural, I suppose; at any rate, it is the way of the world. People lose their belief in a great many things as they grow older; but that does not make the things not true, thank goodness! and their faith often comes back after a while. But, bless me!" he added, briskly, "I"m moralizing, and who thanks a man for doing that? Suppose--"

"Black eyes or blue, sir?" said a tiny voice close to them.

Jem and Flora turned round, and saw it was one of the small workers who was asking the question.

"Whom for?" inquired S.C.

"Little girl in the red brick house at the corner," said the workwoman; "name of Birdie."

"Excuse me a moment," said S.C. to the children, and he turned to the big book and began to run his fingers down the pages in a business-like manner. "Ah! here she is!" he exclaimed at last. "Blue eyes, if you please, Thistle, and golden hair. And let it be a big one. She takes good care of them."

"Yes, sir," said Thistle; "I am personally acquainted with several dolls in her family. I go to parties in her dolls" house sometimes when she is fast asleep at night, and they all speak very highly of her. She is most attentive to them when they are ill. In fact, her pet doll is a cripple, with a stiff leg."

She ran back to her work and S.C. finished his sentence.

"Suppose I show you my establishment," he said. "Come with me."

It really would be quite impossible to describe the wonderful things he showed them. Jem"s head was quite in a whirl before she had seen one-half of them, and even Baby condescended to become excited.

"There must be a great many children in the world, Mr. Claus,"

ventured Jem.

"Yes, yes, millions of "em; bless "em," said S.C., growing rosier with delight at the very thought. "We never run out of them, that"s one comfort. There"s a large and varied a.s.sortment always on hand. Fresh ones every year, too, so that when one grows too old there is a new one ready.

I have a place like this in every twelfth chimney. Now it"s boys, now it"s girls, always one or t"other; and there"s no end of playthings for them, too, I"m glad to say. For girls, the great thing seems to be dolls.

Blitzen! what comfort they _do_ take in dolls! but the boys are for horses and racket."

They were standing near a table where a worker was just putting the finishing touch to the dress of a large wax doll, and just at that moment, to Jem"s surprise, she set it on the floor, upon its feet, quite coolly.

"Thank you," said the doll, politely.

Jem quite jumped.

"You can join the rest now and introduce yourself," said the worker.

The doll looked over her shoulder at her train.

"It hangs very nicely," she said. "I hope it"s the latest fashion."

"Mine never talked like that," said Flora. "My best one could only say "Mamma," and it said it very badly, too."

"She was foolish for saying it at all," remarked the doll, haughtily. "We don"t talk and walk before ordinary people; we keep our accomplishments for our own amus.e.m.e.nt, and for the amus.e.m.e.nt of our friends. If you should chance to get up in the middle of the night, some time, or should run into the room suddenly some day, after you have left it, you might hear--but what is the use of talking to human beings?"

"You know a great deal, considering you are only just finished," snapped Baby, who really was a Tartar.

"I was FINISHED," retorted the doll "I did not begin life as a baby!"

very scornfully.

"Pooh!" said Baby. "We improve as we get older."

"I hope so, indeed," answered the doll. "There is plenty of room for improvement." And she walked away in great state.

S.C. looked at Baby and then shook his head. "I shall not have to take very much care of you," he said, absent-mindedly. "You are able to take pretty good care of yourself."

"I hope I am," said Baby, tossing her head.

S.C. gave his head another shake.

"Don"t take too good care of yourself," he said. "That"s a bad thing, too."

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