The half-grown boys sent from the restaurant and toy-shop could
not be mistaken for Santa Claus even by the credulous fancy of the
children, and Mrs. Marlow stepped forward eagerly and said:
"I am sure there is some mistake. You are certainly leaving these
articles at the wrong house." The faces of the children began to
grow anxious and troubled also, for even their faith could not
accept such marvellous good-fortune. Jamie looked at the sled with
a kind of awe, and saw at a glance that it was handsomer than any
in the street "Mr. Lansing, a wealthy man, lives a little further
on," Mrs. Marlow began to urge; "and these things must be meant--"
"Isn't your name Mrs. Anson Marlow?" asked the boy from the
restaurant.
"Yes."
"Then I must do as I've been told;" and he opened his tray and
placed the turkey, the ham, and the coffee on the table.
"If he's right, I'm right too," said he of the toy-shop. "Them was
my directions;" and they were both about to depart when the woman
sprang forward and gasped: "Stay!"
She clasped her hands and trembled violently.
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