They've been waiting an hour. The biggest boy's dreadful impatient and
he stamped and screamed awful because I couldn't go and bring her home."
"Why, it must be 'Lop," exclaimed Anne.
Dunlop it was, with his mother and Arthur.
"He would come," said Mrs. Marshall. "He clamored to start as soon as we
read the letter this morning. I feared he'd worry himself sick. He's so
nervous and high-strung," she explained to Miss Drayton.
"Papa promised me a little automobile if I'd stay at home," said Dunlop,
hanging to Anne's hand. "I told him I'd rather see Anne."
"Oh!" Anne kissed him.
"'Spect I'll get the automobile anyway," reflected Dunlop. "And, Anne, I
know now 'bout Santa Claus," with a cautious glance at Arthur who was
cuddled in her arms.
Mrs. Marshall produced a packet which Miss Farlow had asked her to
deliver,--Anne's gold beads and coral pins, and the rings, locket, and
purse given by her uncle. Miss Drayton looked thoughtfully at the
jewels.
"These were your mother's, you know, Anne," she said. "You must keep and
prize them always, dear. And I have a story to tell you some day, little
Anne--some far-off, 'most-grown-up day."
The next morning was Christmas.
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