"I swear to God I didn't know it was your house. I just came in here
because the window was open."

The other pointed to the safe.

"But you were--"

"Of course I was. You don't suppose I wandered in for fun, do you? I've
got a little girl of my own, and her name's Helen, too; our mother's
name."

The other brother nodded.

"She's hungry and cold and there's no Christmas for her or her mother."

"Oh, Santy has been here already," cried Master John Williams, running
toward the great fireplace, having just that moment discovered the
bulging stockings and piles of gifts. His sister made a move in the same
direction, for at the other corner hung her stocking and beneath it her
pile, but the man's hand unconsciously tightened upon her hand and she
stopped.

"I'll stay with you," she said, after a moment of hesitation. "Tell me
more about your Helen."

"There's nothing to tell." He released her hand roughly. "You musn't
touch me," he added harshly. "Go."

"You needn't go, my dear," said her father quickly. "Indeed, I think,
perhaps--"