earth, the sky, and himself were corrected. In explaining about St. Nick,
Mr. Hahn said:

"Edwin, that terrible creature that treated you so shamefully on Christmas
eve was not St. Nicholas at all. It was your uncle, who had, with the
consent of your mother, dressed himself in the hideous clothing in which he
appeared to you. He must have wanted to see just how much he could deceive
and frighten you."

"But how about his home in Blue Mountain?" Edwin asked in amazement. "If
Santa Claus doesn't make the toys up there, where does he make them?"

"Edwin, don't you believe those stories any longer," Mr. Hahn answered.
"Your uncle bought from a store in the city of M----all those presents that
he gave to his children. The stories that he told you about the elves
visiting the homes to discover who were bad are untrue. I know it seems
very strange to you, but what is the most difficult for me to understand is
how your mother and uncle could find pleasure in frightening and deceiving
you in such a way.

"Well, if Blue Mountain isn't the home of St. Nick, what is it?" Edwin
asked in a mystified tone.

Then in very simple words Edwin heard for the first time the real facts
regarding the great mountain that had until then been as an awful nightmare
to the unenlightened boy. Pointing away toward the line of blue and white
domes and peaks that grew more and more faint as they faded away in the
distance, Mr. Hahn explained that they were only high parts of the earth.
"Blue Mountain," he said, "is only one part of the range, and those dark
places that you see on its sides are just trees and bushes such as grow