"How beautiful he is!" said Mary reverently. "His face shines like the
Baby's that I saw once in the Church. Oh, Miss Angelina! He is like the
Christ-Child himself!"

"Call me Aunt Angelina," said Miss Terry with a quick breath.

"Aunt Angelina," cried the child, throwing her arms about Miss Terry's
neck.

Tom came and put his great furry coat-sleeves about them both. "And Uncle
Tom," he said.

"Dear Uncle Tom!" whispered the child shyly.

There were tears in the eyes of all three.

"Now we shall live happy ever after," said Tom.

And the Christmas Angel beamed upon them.