On his door a half-hour later came the pounding of childish fists, and Janet's lisping voice was calling sturdily: "Oh, Mither Laine, Santa Clauth hath come and your stocking ith down-stairs. Pleath, thir, hurry! Mother said I could kiss you a happy Chrithmath if you were drethed."
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