That night they went to sleep in each other's arms, full of love and
forgiveness.

Christmas morning came at last. Very early the boys crept out of bed,
just to "feel" their stockings.

Papa heard them, and, remembering that he was once a boy lighted the
gas.

Each little red stocking was full from toe to top. Boxes and paper
parcels were piled around them. Such shouting! Such a good time! It
seemed as if all their letters had been answered.

Suddenly Jamie cried, "O Ted, here's a letter!"

They put their little heads together, and with papa's help spelled
this out:--

"My dear Boys,--No sled this year. It quarrelled so I was
afraid to bring it. I dropped it off the load about a week
ago. Get ready for it next year. Merry Christmas! SANTA
CLAUS."




A RAGGED CHRISTMAS FEAST.