The Turkey red she had fashioned into a full-draped cloak, which she adjusted around Hal's broad shoulders. It was trimmed with white fur, and was caught up on one shoulder, toga fashion, with a spray of holly. A massive gilt pasteboard crown she put on his head, and gave him a long wand or sceptre covered with gilt paper and topped with a cap and bells. "I wonder if they'll know I'm Lord of Misrule," whispered Hal, as he stalked up and down before the mirror, swishing his draperies about in regal fashion. "If they don't, I'll tell 'em," said Patty. "I wonder if they'll know what I am." "You look like an angel," said Hal, as he gazed at her. The garment Fraeulein had made for Patty was simply straight, flowing breadths of the white illusion, which fell straight from her shoulders, her pink gown beneath giving it a faint rosy tinge. From her head the illusion rippled in a long veil, floating down behind, and there were long angel sleeves of the same material. On her head was a small crown of gilt paper, with a large gilt star in front, and she carried a gilt wand with a star on the end. But the masterpiece of the costume, and one that did great credit to the ingenuity of Fraeulein, was a pair of wings that were fastened to Patty's shoulders. They were made of fine net, covered with fringed tissue paper, which had the effect of soft white feathers. Altogether Patty was a lovely vision, and it is doubtful if "The Christmas Spirit" was represented more beautifully anywhere on earth that Christmas Eve. She floated about the room, delighted to be "dressed up." Then, flying into the hall, she listened over the banister till she heard Adele's signal from the piano. Still listening, she heard Adele begin to sing softly a carol called "The Christmas Spirit." Slowly, in time to the music, Patty came down the great staircase. She paused on the landing, which was but a few steps from the bottom, and standing there, motionless as a picture, joined her voice to Adele's. She sang the beautiful carol, Adele now singing alto, and the vision of the beautiful Christmas Spirit, and the tones of Patty's exquisite voice, gave the guests assembled in the hall a Christmas memory that they could never forget. As the last notes died away, there was a significant pause, and then a storm of applause broke out. They insisted on another song, but Patty shook her head laughingly, and the next moment Adele played a merry, rollicking march on the piano and the Lord of Misrule came bounding downstairs. He had a long trumpet in his hand, upon which he sounded a few notes, and then waved his sceptre majestically. "I'm the Lord of Misrule," he announced, "and I have come to direct our Christmas revels. To-night my word is law; you are all my subjects, and must obey my decrees!" A shout of applause greeted this gay banter, and then as Adele played a lively strain, the Lord of Misrule gave a clever clog dance on the staircase landing.