Page 14 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

II.

T H E hoJiday was scarcely over when one evening Major
Stafford galloped up to the gate, his black horse A ja x
splashed with mud to his ear-tips.
The M ajor soon heard all about the little ones' disappoint­
ment at not receiving- any new presents.

“ Santa Tlaus didn’ turn this Trismas, but he's tummin’
next Prismas, " said Evelyn, looking wisely up at him, that
evening, from the rug where she was vainiy trying to make
her doll’s head stick on her broken shoulders,
" And why did he not come this Christmas, Miss W is­

d om ?" laughed her father, touching her with the toe of his
boot.
“ Tause the Yankees wouldn' let him," said she gravely,
holding her doll up and looking at it pensively, her head on
one side,

“ And why, then, should he come next y e a r?"
"T a u s e God's goin’ to make him,” She turned the
mutilated biby around and examined it gravd y, with her shin­
ing head set on the other side.
“ There's faith for you/’ .said Mrs. Stafford, as her hus­

band asked, 11 H ow do you know th is?”