In the morning the old lady found him. She tied a rope around him, hung him to a branch of a tree, and called her cats to come and eat him. The cats were afraid and would not touch him, so she called her dog, and it came and ate the raccoon.
"She ought to have eaten it herself," said Antonio. "Wantasson says raccoons are good eating. Say, Nita, you let me take your doll to make a man-of-tar, and if I catch two squirrels, I 'll give you one."
"My doll! My doll that the Good Kings put in my shoe! Why, Antonio Guerrero, I 'll—"
Juanita was on the verge of tears of indignation, when Antonio shrugged his shoulders and replied: "Oh! keep your old doll. Two sticks will do as well."
Now I must explain to Joe and Mabel what Juanita meant when she said, "My doll that the Good Kings put in my shoe." The Spanish-Californian children did not hang up their stockings the night before Christmas as you do, nor did they have a Christmas tree as Dorothy does. They did not even receive any presents on Christmas. That day to them was La Fiesta del Señor, the "Feast of the Master"; and they spent it in rejoicing that Christ had given himself as a gift to the world. But during the Christmastide there came a day
