the store. Ye tell Jamie to bring up all that he has that is eatable
an' dhrinkable; and to the neighbours ye say, 'Teig's keepin' the feast
this night.' Hurry now!"

Teig stopped a moment on the threshold until the tramp of her feet had
died away; then he made a hollow of his two hands and called across the
road:

"Hey there, Barney, will ye come over for a sup?"



X. A STORY OF THE CHRIST-CHILD*

*Reprinted by permission of the author from her collection,
"Christmastide," published by the Chicago Kindergarten College.

A German legend for Christmas Eve as told by

ELIZABETH HARKISON

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, on the night before Christmas,
a little child was wandering all alone through the streets of a great
city. There were many people on the street, fathers and mothers,
sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts, and even gray-haired
grandfathers and grandmothers, all of whom were hurrying home with
bundles of presents for each other and for their little ones. Fine
carriages rolled by, express wagons rattled past, even old carts were
pressed into service, and all things seemed in a hurry and glad with
expectation of the coming Christmas morning.