your pleasant voice that I've learned to love so well!" she said.

"Even as I love you, dear child," he cried, placing a strong arm around
her slender little form, while with the other hand he tore off the
beard that so disguised him.

"I am King Christmas," he said, laughing gaily as he pointed proudly
to the golden letters on his breast.

"Also Baron Goodfellow!" said Mr. Sherwood. "That name fits you just
as well."

"Prince Give Give wouldn't be half bad," said Rob Lindsey, "for he's
wild to give _somebody something_, all the time."

"Everyone in this house to-night is dear," said Sprite.

"Including you, Sprite Seaford," said Rose, and little Sprite felt
that she had never been so happy.

There were merry games, and then refreshments, and then more games in
which the elders joined, and when "good nights" were said, the guests
turned homeward with happy hearts.

The moonlight shimmered on the snow, and glittered on the pendant
icicles, and the keen, frosty air proved it to be true Holiday weather.

Jingling sleigh bells, tooting auto horns, voices talking, and laughing
at the same time told of a gay evening that all had enjoyed.