already, and I know that wonderful presents are being made. I have
been working at mine for some time, and I suppose you will have
something for Danny."

Mrs. Watson smiled as she rose and took down a little basket from a
rude shelf on the wall. From this she brought forth several little
home-made articles, and laid them in Jean's lap.

"John is handy with his knife," she explained, "and made this boat,
horse, and cart. He is going to make something else when he gets time.
I made that doll out of some odds and ends, and John carved the head.
We shall also make some molasses candy of funny shapes. Danny will be
delighted. Poor little fellow, he talks so much about Santa Claus, and
the things he is going to get."

"I am sure he will not be disappointed," Jean replied, as she examined
each present. "You and Mr. Watson have done remarkable work."

For some time they sat and talked before the fire, and when Jean at
last rose to go, Mrs. Watson looked at her with admiration.

"This life certainly agrees with you," she said. "I never saw you look
better. And you are the envy of all the girls, too. I do not wonder
at that."

Jean blushed, for she knew very well to what the woman referred.

"If they envy me, they never show it," was the cheery reply. "They are
as kind and sweet to me as can be."