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This was our arrangement. The little ones expressed some doubts as to whether Kriss Kringle would come to this particular room; and little "cherry lips" couldn't just see how the genius was going to get down the chimney, when the fire-place was closed up. "Never mind, love; Kriss will find his way here," was my answer to all objections. "But how do you know, mother? Have you sent him word?"
Can't afford to waste ammunition until we are reasonably sure where our mark is." The others quickly got into the position indicated. Placing his hat on one of the pike poles, Kringle slowly pushed it outside. There was no result, The ruse failed to draw the enemy's fire. "Oh, they've gone. We're a lot of babies," jeered Ned, jumping up and starting for the opening.
A single commercial transaction to-day involves the lives of hundreds of thousands, competes for their toil and life-blood, carries the decision of their destiny. A great merchant is the real Kris Kringle. He stands at the centre of exchange, distributes from the tropics and the arctic zones.
There the Corner House girls told her how sorry they were; Mrs. Kranz filled her hands with "coffee kringle." Then some of the very best of the presents the Corner House girls had brought were chosen for Sadie's brothers and sisters, and Sadie was to be allowed to take them home herself to them.
Even as Tad spoke there was a low muttering of thunder, and the far lightning flashed pale and green, and rose on the long horizon to the southwest. Kris Kringle heard the far away growl. Springing up, he began staking down the tents. "That's a good idea. We lost our whole outfit on our last trip. Think they'll stand a blow?" "I guess they will when I get through with them.
"You just grab a pike pole and get busy!" laughed Mr. Kringle. "Can't get out of work quite so easy as you thought," scoffed Ned. "This is where we make you earn your supper." "I don't have to earn it. Had it already." "There are other meals coming," smiled the Professor. "Now, heo he!"
Who's going in swimming with me?" asked Tad. "I am," shouted all the boys at once. The Professor and Kris Kringle concluded that they, too, would take a dip, and a merry hour was spent in a protected cove of the big river, where the boys proved themselves as much at home as they were in the saddle. In the evening, they purchased such supplies as the town afforded.
And then they threw their arms around their father and mother and kissed them good night and left them that Kris Kringle might come in. "'They have no money, but are very rich, said the child. 'They love much.
"Wish we had our stallions here, Tad." "They're better off at home, Chunky. Altogether too valuable horses for this kind of work. I'll speak to the guide." "Well, what is it, young man?" smiled Kris Kringle. "If you can find a level place for our camp we want to have a contest this afternoon. Professor, will you join us?" "What kind of a contest?" "Jumping." "No, thank you."
If there's only two of them there, as I suspect is the case, they may not want to separate. We'll see, the minute it gets dark enough so that we can move about without being observed." Some of the sage brush that Kris Kringle had brought down to light up the cave lay outside on the ledge. Using one of the poles, he cautiously raked the stuff inside, heaping it up not far from the entrance.
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