Hill Grace Brooks - The Corner House Girls' Odd Find

Hill Grace Brooks The Corner House Girls' Odd Find / Where they made it, and What the Strange Discovery led to

CHAPTER I A FIND IN THE GARRET

The shadows were black under the big tree, the tip of which touched the very high ceiling and which had just been set up in the far corner and not yet festooned. The girls were all busy bringing tinsel and glittering balls and cheery red bells and strings of pink and white popcorn, while yards and yards of evergreen rope, with which to trim the room itself, were heaped in a corner.

It was the day but one before Christmas, and without the gaslight or even the usual gas-log fire on the hearth the dining room was gloomy even at mid-afternoon. Whenever Dot Kenway passed the black opening under the high and ornate mantel, she shuddered.

It was a creepy, delicious shudder that the smallest Corner House girl experienced, for she said to Tess, her confidant and the next oldest of the four sisters:

Of course, I know its the only way Santa Claus ever comes. But but I should think hed be afraid of of rats or things. I dont see why he cant come in at the door; itd be more respecterful.

I spose you mean respectable, sighed Tess. But where would he hitch his reindeer? You know he has to tie them to the chimney on the roof.

Why does he? demanded the inquisitive Dot. Theres a perfectly good hitching post by our side gate on Willow Street.

Who ever heard of such a thing! exclaimed Tess, with exasperation. Do you spose Santa Claus would come to the side door and knock like the old clos man? You are the most ridiculous child, Dot Kenway, concluded Tess, with her most grown-up air.

Say, said the quite unabashed Dot, reflectively, do you know what Sammy Pinkney says?

Nothing very good, I am sure, rejoined her sister, tartly, for just at this time Sammy Pinkney, almost their next-door neighbor, was very much in Tess Kenways bad books. What can you expect of a boy who wants to be a pirate?

Well, Dot proclaimed, Sammy says he doesnt believe there is such a person as Santa Claus.

Oh! gasped Tess, startled by this heresy. Then, after reflection, she added: Well, when you come to think of it, I dont suppose there is any Santa for Sammy Pinkney.

Oh, Tess! almost groaned the smaller girl.

No, I dont, repeated Tess, with greater confidence. Ruthie says if we dont really and truly believe in Santa, there isnt any for us! And he only comes to good children, anyway. How could you expect Sammy Pinkney to have a Santa Claus?

He says, said Dot, eagerly, that they are only make believe. Why, there is one in Blachstein & Mapes, where Ruth trades; and another in Millikins; and theres the Salvation Army Santa Clauses on the streets

Pooh! exclaimed Tess, tossing her head. They are only representations of Santa Claus. Theyre men dressed up. Why! little boys have Santa Claus suits to play in, just as they have Indian suits and cowboy suits.

But but is there really and truly a Santa Claus? questioned Dot, in an awed tone. And does he keep a book with your name in it? And if you dont get too many black marks through the year do you get presents? And if you do behave too badly will he leave a whip, or something nasty, in your stocking? Say, Tess, do you spose tis so ?

That was a stiff one even for Tess Kenways abounding faith. She was silent for a moment.

Say! do you? repeated the smallest Corner House girl.

I tell you, Dot, Tess said, finally, I want to believe it. I just do . Its like fairies and elfs. We want to believe in them, dont we? Its just like your Alice-doll being alive.

Well! exclaimed Dot, stoutly, shes just as good as alive!

Of course she is, Dottie, said Tess, eagerly. And sos Santa Claus. And and when we stop believing in him, we wont have near so much fun at Christmas!

Just then Agnes came in from the kitchen with a heaping pan of warm popcorn.

Here, you kiddies, she cried, run and get your needles and thread. We havent near enough popcorn strung. I believe Neale ONeil ate more than he strung last night, I never did see such a hungry boy!

Mrs. MacCall say its cause hes growning, said Dot, solemnly.

He, he! chuckled Agnes. He should be groaning after all he gobbled down last night. And I burned my finger and roasted my face, popping it.

She set down the dish of flaky white puff-balls on a stool, so it would be handy for the little girls. Both brought their sewing boxes and squatted down on the floor in the light from a long window. Tess was soon busily threading the popcorn.

Whats the matter with you, Dot Kenway? she demanded, as the smallest Corner House girl seemed still to be fussing with her thread and needle, her face puckered up and a frown on her small brow. Youre the slowest thing!

I I believe this needles asleep, Tess, wailed Dot, finally.

Asleep? gasped the other. What nonsense!

Yes, tis so now! ejaculated Dot. Anyway, I cant get its eye open.

A low laugh sounded behind them, and a tall girl swooped down on the floor and put her arms around the smallest Corner House girl.