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Who is Kriss Kringle?" persevered the little one. "Why, don't you know?" said I, smiling. "No, mamma. Who is he?" "Why, he is he is Kriss Kringle." "Oh, mamma! Say, won't you tell me?" "Ask papa when he comes home," I returned, evasively. I never like deceiving children in any thing.
Marquand laughed harshly. "If we were in a position to get a posse we should be able to get away without one. I think we had better go below. This is not a very safe place with this open window." "I'll remain here." "What for, Kringle?" "Somebody's got to watch the front door to see that they don't play any tricks on us. It's clouding up, and if the night gets dark they'll try to get in."
And the other little rogues are in the next room, peeping through the door, at this very moment." I was silent with surprise. "They're determined to know who Kriss Kringle is," added my husband; then speaking aloud, he said: "Come, dear, I want to show you something up in the dining-room." I understood Mr.
"Well, have you two been getting into difficulties also?" questioned the Professor, after they sat down to supper. "No; we've been exploring, Walter and I," answered Tad. "Exploring?" "Yes. We discovered something that I should like to know more about." "What is that?" asked Kris Kringle, looking up interestedly.
"What you got there?" questioned Ned. "Don't know. Picked it up on the plain. Such a funny looking thing, that I brought it along." "Let me see it," asked Mr. Kringle. Stacy handed it to him. "This," said the guide, turning the stick over in his hand, "is a divining rod." "Divining rod?" demanded Stacy, pressing forward. "Yes." "Never heard of it. Is it good to eat?"
In the toy department of one of the Thirty-fourth Street shops there was a live Kris Kringle with animated reindeers on rollers, who made a short trip across an open space in one end of the department for a consideration, and presented each child who rode with him a lovely present, tied up in tissue and marked "Not to be opened until Christmas."
"Do you, indeed?" said I, trying to look grave. "Yes; it is papa." "Papa, Kriss Kringle! How can that be?" "Oh, we know! We found out!" "Indeed!" And we, made, of course, a great wonder of this assertion. The merry elves! What a happy Christmas it was for them. Ever since, they have dated from the time when they found out who Kriss Kringle was.
"Step off a piece," directed the guide. Stacy did so, whereupon the divining rod immediately ceased its peculiar actions. The Professor took hold of it, but the rod refused to work for him. "Let Santa Claus try it," suggested Ned. The guide did so, but with no more success than the Professor had had. "I told you it wouldn't work for me," Mr. Kringle grinned. "Here, Master Tad, you try it."
"What you doing that for?" questioned Stacy, unable to conceal his curiosity. "You'll see, by-and-by, when we get ready to do something else. You don't think I'm going to stay here all night, do you?" There was no further firing on either side, though Mr. Kringle showed himself boldly several times. Finally Tad tried it, and was greeted with a shot the instant he appeared in the opening.
"What's your plan?" interrupted Kris Kringle. "See that hole in the roof up there?" Tad pointed. They had not seen it before, but they did now. A light suddenly dawned upon Kris Kringle. "Boy, you are the only level-headed one in the outfit. You would have made a corking Indian fighter." "I'm the Indian fighter," chimed in Stacy.
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