When the actual time arrived, however, there was very little to be said for the comfort that they got out of the occasion. The whole city was rife with Christmas atmosphere. Grocery stores and meat markets were strung with holly. The toy shops and candy stores were radiant with fine displays of everything that a self-respecting Santa Claus should have about him. Both parents and children observed it all—the former with serious thoughts of need and anxiety, the latter with wild fancy and only partially suppressed longings. Frequently had Gerhardt said in their presence: “Kriss Kringle is very poor this year. He hasn’t so very much to give.” But no child, however poverty-stricken, could be made to believe this. Every time after so saying he looked into their eyes, but in spite of the warning, expectation flamed in them undiminished. Christmas coming on Tuesday, the Monday before there was no school. Before going to the hotel Mrs. Gerhardt had cautioned George that he must bring enough coal from the yards to last over Christmas day. The latter went at once with his two younger sisters, but there being a dearth of good picking, it took them a long time to fill their baskets, and by night they had gathered only a scanty supply. “Did you go for the coal?” asked Mrs. Gerhardt the first thing when she returned from the hotel that evening. “Yes,” said George. “Did you get enough for to-morrow?” “Yes,” he replied, “I guess so.” “Well, now, I’ll go and look,” she replied. Taking the lamp, they went out into the woodshed where the coal was deposited. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed when she saw it; “why, that isn’t near enough. You must go right off and get some more.” “Oh,” said George, pouting his lips, “I don’t want to go. Let Bass go.” Bass, who had returned promptly at a quarter-past six, was already busy in the back bedroom washing and dressing preparatory to going down-town. “No,” said Mrs. Gerhardt. “Bass has worked hard all day. You must go.” “I don’t want to,” pouted George. “All right,” said Mrs. Gerhardt, “maybe to-morrow you’ll be without a fire, and then what?” They went back to the house, but George’s conscience was too troubled to allow him to consider the case as closed. “Bass, you come, too,” he called to his elder brother when he was inside. “Go where?” said Bass. “To get some coal.” “No,” said the former, “I guess not. What do you take me for?” “Well, then, I’ll not,” said George, with an obstinate jerk of his head. “Why didn’t you get it up this afternoon?” questioned his brother sharply; “you’ve had all day to do it.” “Aw, I did try,” said George. “We couldn’t find enough. I can’t get any when there ain’t any, can I?” “I guess you didn’t try very hard,” said the dandy. “What’s the matter now?” asked Jennie, who, coming in after having stopped at the grocer’s for her mother, saw George with a solemn pout on his face. “Oh, Bass won’t go with me to get any coal?” “Didn’t you get any this afternoon?”