The little dwarf stamped his foot again and shouted, “What do you suppose? What do you suppose? Shall I stir soup with my ugly nose?” Old Santa Claus laughed and said, “Ha! ha! ha! hee! hee! hee! Make for me a cup of tea!” The little dwarf stamped his foot again and said, “What do you think? What do you think? Can an ugly dwarf make tea to drink?” Then the little dwarf was gone for a long time and Santa Claus almost fell asleep. He shook himself to keep awake. He said, “I must not go to sleep to-night of all nights in the year!” Then he said, “I wish the dwarf would hurry. I wish he would get me some tea.” Then Santa Claus began to sing a little song: Jolly, jolly Santa Claus Rides out across the snow; Jolly, jolly Santa Claus Brings nicest toys, you know; Hang up your stockings large and small, For Santa Claus will fill them all; Late at evening he will call, Jolly Santa Claus! All the time Santa Claus was singing, the cross little dwarf worked away in the kitchen. He rapped and he tapped and he mixed and he stirred, and after awhile he came in and said, “Last call for soup in the dining car! Hurry, old Santa, wherever you are!” Santa Claus went into the kitchen and there was the nicest supper you ever saw! The little dwarf yelled, “What do you think? My dishes are small, So I gave you the bucket, the dish-pan, and all!” Then Santa Claus laughed until he cried, for sure enough, there was the soup in the little dwarf’s dish-pan, and the tea was served in a bucket! Santa Claus was so very hungry that he ate and drank all the food that was before him. Then he rolled his eyes and said in a half whisper, “Did you ever hang up your stocking?” The little dwarf stamped his foot and cried, “What? ho! ho! I am foolish I know, But I do not hang up my stocking, no! no!” “All right,” said Santa Claus, “I must be going. If you change your mind about the stocking, it will be all right.” Then Santa Claus put on his great fur cap and his great fur coat, and the little dwarf stood before him and he stamped his foot and cried, “I never hung up my stocking at all, I never believed old Santa would call.” The little dwarf ran out into his barn and got a great armful of hay. It was all he could do to carry such an armful. He fed Santa’s reindeer. And Santa Claus said, “I thank you kindly, have a care, You may find a stocking there!” Then Santa Claus gave a whistle and shout and his reindeer bounded over the snow. “I will not hang my stocking up!” roared the little dwarf, and he stamped his foot in the snow. Soon Santa Claus was out of sight. Then the little dwarf went back into his house. When he got into the house, he winked and he blinked his eyes, and he was so surprised that he forgot to scold, for by the fireplace hung a little red stocking! “I did not hang that up!” shouted the little dwarf. “I did not hang that up!”