the costume which had caused so much trouble. I donât think he liked the idea very much, but it was Sir Osmondâs wish. Considering all the trouble Sir Osmond had been put to over this Santa Klaus business, and how heâd spent a long time planning it out, I didnât think the family seemed very grateful to him. The Hon. Mrs. George Melbury had a lot to say about her children being so highly strung that they couldnât stand a lot of excitement and little Clareâs bedtime must not on any account be upset. Lady Evershot, who has no little ones of her own, is never behindhand in giving her opinion about other peopleâs, and she seemed to have some idea that Santa Klaus was old-fashioned and the children would see through him. Well, I must say I like a bit of old-fashioned fun at this festive season myself.
Mrs. Stickland fell in better than the others with her fatherâs ideas, but Mr. Stickland had some jokes with the children about looking for smuts on Santa Klausâ nose, because he came down the chimney, and wanted to take the stagâs antlers that Sir Osmond shot in Scotland from the study wall and fix them on his head with the bearskin rug over himâwhat he called local colour. Sir Osmond was a bit put out over that. âI wonât have you playing the fool, Gordon,â he said. âThis is not one of your modern pantomimes. Let the children use their imagination.â
âOnly Oliver is licensed to play the fool on this occasion,â Mr. Cheriton said. âAnd he enjoys it less than anyone.â Which was rather hard on Mr. Witcombe, I thought.
The Christmas-tree was stood in the library, and Bingham had fixed it up with little coloured lights, all electric. After lunch Mr. Witcombe went off to put on the red robe and the beard, and so on, and Mr. Cheriton went to help him. Sir Osmond had us all say good-bye to Mr. Witcombe, because he wanted the children to think that he had really gone away and Santa Klaus was a new person, so to speak. So we all said we were sorry he couldnât stay, and Lady Evershot said she hoped the journey wouldnât be too difficult. Then little Kit called out, âMr. Witcombe hasnât packed! I looked just before lunch and he hasnât had a chance since! He canât go without his tooth-brush.â
Mrs. Stickland quieted him by saying that we hoped Mr. Witcombe would be able to come back that night. Then Kit wanted to know what sort of car had come to fetch Mr. Witcombe and could he go and look at it, so he had to be quieted again. We were in the drawing-room, children and all. The children were all a bit restive because, except for their stockings in the morning, they hadnât had any Christmas presents yet, Sir Osmond having put all their parcels on the tree or piled up round it. Kit was the worst, of course. Heâs rather an obstreperous child. His elder sister, Enid, likes to please her grandfather, and she knew there was something up, and kept saying, âWhenâs our surprise coming, Grandfather?â
At last Mr. Cheriton came back to us and said: âHeâs safely off!â That was the signal and meant that Santa Klaus was all ready in the library.
Sir Osmond said, âI think I heard a noise like reindeer.â He had been quite put out that there wasnât any snow, because he had meant to say he heard the sound of the sleigh-runners. âAll sorts of queer things happen at Christmas-time, you know, children. Anne, run into the library and see if anyoneâs there waiting for us.â
Little Anne looked rather frightened at this. She is only four. âItâll be someone very nice,â Mrs. Stickland said.
âReindeer wouldnât go into the library!â little Kit piped up. âShall I go and look in the drive?â
âPerhaps it was Mr. Witcombe come back for his tooth-brush!â said young Osmond.
âNonsense!â said Sir Osmond, a bit sharply. Of
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