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"You tell Bunt Rogers that he's a-gittin' too big fer his britches, an' first thing he knows, he'll whirl round an' see his naked nose. Tell him I said so." "Well, is they any Santy Claus?" "W'y cert. Ain't I a-tellin' you? Laws! ain't you never seen him yet?" "I seen that kind of a idol they got down in Plotner's winder." "Well, he looks jist like that, on'y he's alive."
Tilly, she was kind o' scared an' trimbly, but she stuck to it like a major. Said afterwards she'd 'a' finished that solo if it was the last act she ever done." "Who's a-goin' to be Santy Claus?" asked Brother Littell, with cheerful irrevelance. "The committee thought that had better be kept a secret," replied Abel, with as much dignity as his four feet nine would admit of.
I got this flat-iron in my lap, an' wouldn't spill the nut-shells all over the floor. You don't want me to, do you, Ma?" Mrs. Allgire shook her head. "Well, now," said D. "Anybody tell you they ain't sich a person as Santy Claus, you kin jist stand 'em down 'at you know better, 'cause you seen him, didn't you?" Eddie nodded his head.
But you, you're a-walkin' right smack dab into it, weth your eyes open, teachin' fer Gospel the inventions o' men." "W'y what, Uncle Billy?" "W'y, this here Santy Claus a-climbin' down a chimley an' a-cuttin' up didoes fer to make them little ones think they is a reel Santy Claus 'cuz they seen him to the meetin' house.
"Was she never heard of again?" the priest went on. We thought he was keeping Dollie's mind off O'mie. "Ner him neither. He cut out west toward Santy Fee with some Mexican traders goin' home from Westport. I heard he left 'em at Pawnee Rock, where they had a regular battle with the Kiowas; some thought he might have been killed by the Kiowas, and others by the Mexicans.
He was very wise, this old man of ten years, and he had sold papers on the avenue where many things are learned, both good and bad. "But what you got to say about pappy?" pursued the believer. "He say dey's a Santy Claus, and dat he comes down de chimbly; and " "Whut's de mattah wid you; look at dat stove pipe; how you s'pose anybody go'n' to git in hyeah th'oo de chimbly?"
Slim, she says you've got to be Santy and come down the stovepipe and give the kids fits and popcorn strung on a string. She says you've got the figure." Weary splashed into the wash basin like a startled muskrat. The Happy Family looked at one another distressfully. "He's fifteen pounds fatter'n I be." "Go tell her yourself," said Weary, appeased.
"A present from some one!" speculated Mr. Crow; but some seconds passed before he stooped to pick it up. "Funny time fer Santy to be callin' 'round. Wonder if he thinks it's next Christmas." "Be careful, Anderson; mebby it's an infernal machine!" cried his wife. "Well, it's loaded, 'y ginger," he grunted as straightened up in the face of the gale. "Shut the door, Eva! Cain't you see it's snowin'?"
"Do you mean Santy?" "Santy too," answered the boy. "First of all, we will get something to eat." "We haven't had anything since morning," said the girl. Henry divided the sandwiches into three portions. As it happened, there were three hard-boiled eggs. He gave one portion to each of his guests. "You haven't left any for yourself," said Mary.
So, the men planted the tree in the middle of the clearing in the morning, and the children wandered about it all that day, trying to figure out how it ever would get trimmed. "Tause," said Babs to Dot, "Dere ain't any chimbley fer Santy to come down!"
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