was wrapped in fur, on his back was a bag. Puss had never seen him before; but she knew him well. It was St. Nicholas, the patron saint of Christmas.
"Down the chimney he went, with a motion like a bird's; up again as fast. Then advancing, he searched in his bag. His kind face looked puzzled. The Cat saw his hesitation, and sprang forward.
"'Well, Puss,' said the Saint, 'what cheer?'
"'Bad,' said the Cat, no ways abashed at finding herself in such company. 'But never mind me, if only you've something nice for Gretchen. Such a dear child, St. Nicholas, and such a step-mother! Do put your hand in the pouch, and fetch out something pretty for her,—oh do! there's a kind Saint!' And she rubbed her soft fur coaxingly against his legs.
"'Ah! a dear child and a step-mother, eh?' said St. Nicholas. 'Let me look again. Certainly! here's something for Gretchen.—Wo-ho, reindeer! quiet a moment!' And down the
