Lills Travels in Santa Claus Land | Page 4

lounges, bird cages and flowers in the windows, and pictures on the
wall, that it was delightful to rest. There was a lady sitting by a golden
desk, writing in a large book, and Santa Claus was looking through a
great telescope, and every once in a while he stopped and put his ear to
a large speaking-tube. While I was resting he went on with his
observations.
"Presently he said to the lady, 'Put down a good mark for Sarah
Buttermilk. I see she is trying to conquer her quick temper.'
"'Two bad ones for Isaac Clappertongue; he'll drive his mother to the
insane asylum yet.'
"'Bad ones all around for the Crossley children,--they quarrel too
much.'
"'A good one for Harry and Alice Pleasure, they are quick to mind.'
"'And give Ruth Olive ten, for she is a peacemaker.'"
Just then he happened to look at me and saw I was rested, so he politely
asked what I thought of the country. I said it was magnificent. He said
he was sorry I didn't stop in the green-house, where he had wax dolls
and other delicate things growing. I was very sorry about that, and then
I said I thought he must be very happy to own so many delightful
things.
"'Of course I'm happy,' said Santa Claus, and then he sighed. 'But it is
an awful responsibility to reward so many children according to their
deserts. For I take these observations every day, and I know who is
good and who is bad.'
"I was glad he told me about this, and now, if he would only tell me
what time of day he took the observations, I would have obtained really
valuable information. So I stood up and made my best courtesy and
said,--

"'Please, sir, would you tell me what time of day you usually look?'
"'O,' he answered, carelessly, 'any time from seven in the morning till
ten at night. I am not a bit particular about time. I often go without my
own meals in order to make a record of table manners. For instance:
last evening I saw you turn your spoon over in your mouth, and that's
very unmannerly for a girl nearly fourteen.'
"'O, I didn't know you were looking,' said I, very much ashamed; 'and
I'll never do it again,' I promised.
"Then he said I might look through the telescope, and I looked right
down into our house. There was mother very busy and very tired, and
all of the children teasing. It was queer, for I was there, too, and the
bad-est of any. Pretty soon I ran to a quiet corner with a book, and in a
few minutes mamma had to leave her work and call, 'Lilian, Lilian, it's
time for you to practise.'
"'Yes, mamma,' I answered, 'I'll come right away.'
"As soon as I said this Santa Claus whistled for 'Comet' and 'Cupid,'
and they came tearing up the tower. He put me in a tiny sleigh, and
away we went, over great snow-banks of clouds, and before I had time
to think I was landed in the big chair, and mamma was calling 'Lilian,
Lilian, it's time for you to practise,' just as she is doing now, and I must
go."
So Lill answered, "Yes, mamma," and ran to the piano.
Effie sank back in the chair to think. She wished Lill had found out
how many black marks she had, and whether that lady was Mrs. Santa
Claus--and had, in fact, obtained more accurate information about
many things.
But when she asked about some of them afterwards, Lill said she didn't
know, for the next time she had traveled in that direction she found
Santa Claus Land had moved.

WHAT HAPPENED TO KATHIE AND LU.
It was a very great misfortune, and it must have been a sad affliction to
the friends of the two children, for both were once pretty and charming.
It came about in this way.
Little Winnie Tennyson--she wasn't the daughter of Mr. Alfred
Tennyson, the poet-laureate of England, but was as sweet as any one of
that gentleman's poems--had been to the city; and she had brought
home so many wondrous improvements that her two little bosom
friends, Lu Medway and Kathie Dysart, were almost struck dumb to
behold and to hear what Winnie said and what Winnie had.
For one thing, there were some wooden blocks, all fluted and grooved,
and Winnie could heat these blocks in the oven, and wet her hair, and
lay it between them, and O! how satin-smooth the waves would
be,--hair-pin-crimps and braid-crimps were nothing to this new and
scientific way.
Winnie also made it a matter of pride to display her overskirts. These
were arranged with ever so many tapes on