"In course they could, Nell," burst out Benny. "You dunna seem to know what folks make Christmas for."
"An' I thinks as you dunno either, Benny."
"Don't I, though?" he said, putting on an air of importance. "It's made to give folks the chance of doing a lot o' feeding; didn't yer see all the gooses an' other nice things in the market that the folks is going to polish off to-morrow?"
"I dunna think it was made purpose for that. Wur it, now, granny?"
Thus appealed to, the old woman, who had listened with an amused smile on her face, answered—
"No, my child. It's called Christmas 'cause it is the birthday of Christ."
"Who's He?" said Benny, looking up; while Nelly's eyes echoed the inquiry.
"Don't you know—ain't you never heerd?" said the old woman, in a tone of surprise.
"Nay," said Benny; "nothin' sense. Some o' the chaps says 'by Christ' as I says 'by golly'; but I never knowed He was somebody."
"Poor little dears! I didn't know as how you was so ignorant, or I should have told you before." And the old woman looked as if she did not know where or how to begin to tell the children the wonderful story, and for a considerable time remained silent. At length she said, "I'll read it to 'e out o' the Book; mebbe you'll understand it better that way nor any way else."
