![]() ![]() The baby has been talking about nothing else since he saw them at the store, the old duck and the two ducklings on wheels. “And, mercy! the duckses’ babies! don’t forget them, whatever you do. “Well, you will have to get Santa Claus to help you, John,” said his wife, buttoning his greatcoat about him. “How ever will I do it?” he sighed, as he put on his hat. The professor eyed the list in mock dismay. ![]() One about a Noah’s ark was marked “Vivi.” That was the baby and there was one about a doll’s carriage that had the words “Katie, sure,” set over against it. There were other notes there that made him smile again as he saw them. “Little dollar,” he said, “I think I know where you are needed.” And he made a note in his book. “To procure one small Christmas tree for a poor tenement,” was its errand. The professor was a kindly man, and he smiled as he read it. In the morning it was laid, none the worse for its journey, at the professor’s breakfast-plate. The letter traveled all night, and was tossed and sorted and bunched at the end of its journey in the great gray beehive that never sleeps, day or night, and where half the tears and joys of the land, including this account of the little dollar, are checked off unceasingly as first-class matter or second or third, as the case may be. The United States, the printing on it said, would pay on demand to the bearer one dollar and there was a number on it, just as on a full-grown dollar, that was the number of the bond from which it had been cut. The coupon looked for all the world like a dollar bill, except that it was so small that a baby’s hand could easily cover it. Lee was a widow whose not too great income was derived from the interest on some four-per-cent government bonds which represented the savings of her husband’s life of toil, that was none the less hard because it was spent in a counting-room and not with shovel and spade. ![]() Nobody would know that there was money in the letter.” And she inclosed a coupon in a letter to a professor, a friend in the city, who, she knew, would have no trouble in finding the child, and had it mailed at once. I think this will buy it, and it is so handy to send. ![]() Lee, and she put down the magazine in which she had been reading of the poor children in the tenements of the great city that know little of Christmas joys “no Christmas tree! One of them shall have one, at any rate. ![]()
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