It was like going into fairy-land, for the house was all astir with a children’s Christmas party. Servants flew about with smiling faces; open doors gave ravishing glimpses of a feast in one room and a splendid tree in another; while a crowd of little faces peered over the balusters in the hall above, eager to come down and enjoy the glories prepared for them. A pretty young girl came to meet Kitty, and listened to her story of the accident, which proved to be less severe than it at first appeared; for Bertie, the injured party, forgot his anguish at sight of the tree, and hopped upstairs so nimbly that every one laughed. "He said his leg was broken, but I guess he’s all right," said Kitty, reluctantly turning from this happy scene to go out into the night again. "Would you like to see our tree before the children come down?" asked the pretty girl, seeing the wistful look in the child’s eyes, and the shine of half-dried tears on her cheek. "Oh, yes; I never saw anything so lovely. I ’d like to tell the babies all about it;" and Kitty’s face beamed at the prospect, as if the kind words had melted all the frost away. "How many babies are there?" asked the pretty girl, as she led the way into the brilliant room. Kitty told her, adding several other facts, for the friendly atmosphere seemed to make them friends at once. "I will buy the wreaths, for we have n’t any," said the girl in silk, as Kitty told how she was just coming to offer them when the boys fell. It was pretty to see how carefully the little hostess laid away the shabby garlands and slipped a half-dollar into Kitty’s hand; prettier still, to watch the sly way in which she tucked some bonbons, a red ball, a blue whip, two china dolls, two pairs of little mittens, and some gilded nuts into an empty box for "the babies;" and prettiest of all, to see the smiles and tears make April in Kitty’s face as she tried to tell her thanks for this beautiful surprise. The world was all right when she got into the street again and ran home with the precious box hugged close, feeling that at last she had something to make a merry Christmas of. Shrieks of joy greeted her, for Sammy’s nice old lady had sent a basket full of pies, nuts and raisins, oranges and cake, and--oh, happy Sammy!--a sled, all for love of the blue eyes that twinkled so merrily when he told her about the tea-tray. Piled upon this red car of triumph, Dilly and Dot were being dragged about, while the other treasures were set forth on the table. "I must show mine," cried Kitty; "we ’ll look at them to-night, and have them to-morrow;" and amid more cries of rapture _her_ box was unpacked, _her_ money added to the pile in the middle of the table, where Sammy had laid his handsome contribution toward the turkey. Before the story of the splendid tree was over, in came Tommy with his substantial offering and his hard-earned dollar.