After a few moments Mr. Clark brought the little girl in, cloaked and hooded and ready to go. When Livingstone faced the two blue eyes that were fastened on him in calm, and, by no means, wholly approving inspection, he felt like a deep-dyed culprit. Had he known of this ordeal in advance he could not have faced it, but as it was he must now carry it through. What he did was, perhaps, the best that any one could have done. After the cool, little handshake she vouchsafed him, Livingstone, finding that he could not stand the scrutiny of those quiet, unblenching eyes, threw himself on the child's mercy. "Kitty," he said earnestly, "I did you this evening a great wrong, and your father a great wrong, and I have come here to ask you to forgive me.--I have been working so hard that I did not know it was Christmas, and I interfered with your father's Christmas--and with your Christmas; for I had no little girls to tell me how near Christmas was. And now I want to get up a Christmas for some poor children, and I don't know how to do it, so I have come to ask you to help me. I want you to play Santa Claus for me, and we will find the toys, and then we will find the children. I have a great big sleigh, and we will go off to a toy-shop, and presently I will bring you back home again." He had made his speech much longer than he had intended, because he saw that the child's mind was working; the cumulative weight of the sleigh-ride, the opportunity to play a part and to act as Santa Claus for other children, was telling on her. When he ended, Kitty reflected a moment and then said quietly, "All right." Her tone was not very enthusiastic, but it was assent and Livingstone felt as though he had just been redeemed. The next moment the child turned to the door. Livingstone rose and followed her. He was amused at his feeling of helplessness and dependence. She was suddenly the leader and without her he felt lost. She stepped into the sleigh and he followed her. "Where shall we go first?" she asked. This was a poser for Livingstone. All the shops of which he knew anything were closed long ago. "Why, I think I will let you select the place," he began, simply seeking for time. "What do you want to get?" she asked calmly, gazing up at him. Livingstone had never thought for a second that there would be any difficulty about this. He was hopelessly in the dark. Stocks, "common" or "preferred," bonds and debentures, floated through his mind. Even horses or pictures he would have had a clear opinion on, but in this field he was lost. He had never known, or cared to know, what children liked.