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Jehosophat says that the chickens have third cousins too, the swans. There they are, way out on the pond, sailing along like white ships. Their necks are very long and snowy white and they bend in such a pretty way. And their soft white wings look something like the wings of the angels on the Christmas cards. Jehosophat, Marmaduke, and Hepzebiah do not like one barnyard neighbour very much.
Apparently Jack didn't mind, for he just squatted there, lazy-like, and grinned with all his big square teeth. Hepzebiah giggled back at him. She was having a glorious time. So were they all. So, through that long no, very short afternoon, the kitchen was filled with pleasant smells and the air of fun and a pleasant surprise to come.
"Oh, Toyman, you missed him Santy was here." "He was, was he?" the Toyman replied, "I am sorry, for I'd like to have paid my respects to the old fellow." The funny thing about it was that he didn't seem half as disappointed as the children that is, Marmaduke and Hepzebiah, particularly Hepzebiah.
You have heard people say sometimes: "The way water runs off a duck's back." Well, now you know the reason why. In rainy weather Hepzebiah wears a blue waterproof with a little hood but the ducks do not need anything like that. Their everyday coats of white and black are just as good.
But poor little Hepzebiah had only three, counting all kinds. She began to cry, and rubbed her eyes with her two fists. But when, after a little, she stopped and looked down, why she had more marbles than any of the players.
Jehosophat's head nodded against one post, Marmaduke's against another post, while little Hepzebiah fell asleep between them on the floor of the porch. "Wow, wow, wow," growled Rover, "let's go out in the barnyard and chase the White Wyandottes. It's no fun playing with sleepy children." "Wow, wow, wow!" answered Brownie and little Wienerwurst together, and this in dog's language means "Yes."
The two fat men were so frightened that they fell flat on their stomachs. The barber shinnied up his pole, and hung on for dear life to the top. The baker-man tumbled into the watering-trough, and all the rest rushed higgledy-piggledy into the houses and stores. The Toyman picked up Hepzebiah, Marmaduke, and Jehosophat, hurried them into the candy-store, and shut the door tight.
They hated it worse than most anything in the world. "I'm all right," said Jehosophat; and "I'm not sick," protested Marmaduke; and "Pain's all gone," cried Hepzebiah. It was funny how the sight of that bottle frightened the three little pains away. Mother smiled. It was a funny smile. Then she said: "Now, on with your things!"
Cricket next, for it wouldn't be Christmas unless they made someone outside their own family happy; then Jehosophat, Marmaduke, and Hepzebiah no, that is wrong, Hepzebiah ahead, as the boys had decided on "ladies first"; then Father and the Toyman, carrying little lame Johnny Cricket on his shoulder; and Black-eyed Susan bringing up the rear a very big rear she was, Father said, for Susan weighed considerably more than her heaviest clothes-basket.
Jehosophat took Hepzebiah by the hand, and the man in the red cap led them into the big tent. He showed them their seats, and they sat down in the very front row. Outside, the Toyman kept looking, looking everywhere. There was no sign of Marmaduke's tow head nor of little yellow Wienerwurst.
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