Then she dropped it into the fire. Behold, it flew straight up chimney.

"How queer!" said Katy; "none of the rest of them did that."

The truth was, that Clover, who was a canny little mortal, had slipped
across the room and opened the door just before putting her wishes in.
This, of course, made a draft, and sent the paper right upward.

Pretty soon Aunt Izzie came in and swept them all off to bed.

"I know how it will be in the morning," she said, "you'll all be up
and racing about as soon as it is light. So you must get your sleep
now, if ever."

After they had gone, Katy recollected that nobody had offered to hang a
stocking up for her. She felt a little hurt when she thought of it. "But
I suppose they forgot," she said to herself.

A little later Papa and Aunt Izzie came in, and they filled the
stockings. It was great fun. Each was brought to Katy, as she lay in
bed, that she might arrange it as she liked.

The toes were stuffed with candy and oranges. Then came the parcels, all
shapes and sizes, tied in white paper, with ribbons, and labelled.

"What's that?" asked Dr. Carr, as Aunt Izzie rammed a long, narrow
package into Clover's stocking.

"A nail-brush," answered Aunt Izzie. "Clover needed a new one."