"Gwan!" came a muffled roar. "Say that again and I'll bust yer face good." Sounds of battle and vilifying repartee speedily upset the Sawyer breakfast. Abner Sawyer pushed back his chair and strode hastily to the kitchen window. He saw concentric circles of fists and snow and a yapping dog. He could not know that the defensive section of the maelstrom was Specks, the Christmas urchin next door, or that Jimsy and Specks settled every controversy under Heaven in a fashion of their own. The first citizen flung up the window. "James!" he said in a terrible voice. The concentric circles wavered--then whirled dizzily on. "James!" Too much conventional horror and dignity there to pierce the elemental. "_Jimsy!_" There was sharp informality now that meant business. Jimsy upset his freckled antagonist in the snow and wheeled. "Mister Sawyer," he yelled indignantly, "he went an' said ye was an ol' crab--an' a miser--an' a skinflint--an'--an' a stiff--an' I blacked his eye fur him an' tol' him he lied. An' he went an' said ye didn't have no heart or ye wouldn't let Aunt Judith carry in the wood an' do all the work an' never git no new clothes--" "Yi! Yi! Yi! Yi!" derided Specks. "Boney Middleton tol' me--Boney Middleton tol' me. You won't have no tree or nuthin'." "Didn't I tell ye 'bout the biscuit?" demanded Jimsy fiercely. "An' about Stump sleepin' in the work-shop, didn't I? Hain't that enuff? Hain't he good to boys an' dogs? I--I don't want no Christmas tree, ye big stiff. I'm goin' to have turkey--" But Abner Sawyer had closed the window with a bang. Although he did not look at Aunt Judith he knew that her face was white. [Illustration] [Illustration] IV THE CHAIN CLANKS It was the day before Christmas that the Village Conscience telephoned the Lindon Bank. "I felt that I must call you up, Mr. Sawyer," she said firmly, "and tell you that the boy you have with you over Christmas is going around from door to door, ringing the bell and--_begging_!" "Begging!" "Perhaps I shouldn't call it _just_ that--but--well, saying 'Merry Christmas!' rather hopefully." Feeling rather sick, Abner Sawyer formally thanked his informer and rang off. Glancing out of his office window he saw with a shock that instead of Austin White, who usually drove him home at night, Jimsy and Peggy, the old Sawyer mare, were waiting beneath a snow-ridged elm with the sleigh. Jimsy caught his eye, smiled warmly and waved, and because Abner Sawyer did not know what else to do, he stiffly returned the salute and reached for his hat, irritably conscious that sufficient sleep and food had already left their marks upon his guest. Jimsy's cheeks above the old-fashioned tippet Aunt Judith had wound about his throat were smooth and ruddy. "Aunt Judith didn't want me to come," explained Jimsy, "but I tol' her how Gink Gunnigan often let me drive his truck an' I guess I coaxed so hard she had to.... Unc--Mister Sawyer, it--it's nearly Chris'mus eve!"