Julia really knew a great many stories which his Grandmothers had
taught him, and he sat on a little stool and told them through the
keyhole all night to the Chinese Ambassador.

He and the Mayor were so interested that morning came and the door
swung open before they knew it. The poor Ambassador drew a long
breath, and put his hand around to his queue to see if it was safe.
Then he wanted to thank and reward the boy who had made the long night
hours pass so pleasantly.

"What is he in here for?" asked the Mayor, patting Julia, who could
hardly keep his eyes open.

[Illustration: THE GRANDMOTHERS ENJOY THE CHINESE TOYS.]

"He grumbled about his Christmas presents," replied the Patchwork
Woman.

"What did you have?" inquired the Mayor.

"Eight pairs of blue yarn stockings," answered Julia, rubbing his
eyes.

"And the year before?"

"Eight pairs of blue yarn stockings."

"And the year before that?"