"I d'know how!" grumbled Sadie. "I think you're real mean, Olga Priest--always saying things to spoil my fun, so there!" and she whirled around and went back to the other girls. "All the same," said Olga to herself, "I've set her to thinking." The next afternoon Sadie burst tumultuously into Olga's room crying out, "I've thought what Elizabeth can do! She can make some cakes--she made some for us last Christmas--awful nice ones, with nuts an' citron an' raisins in 'em. She can put white icing over 'em an' little blobs of red sugar for holly berries, you know, with citron leaves. I thought that up myself, about the icing. Won't they be dandy?" "Fine! Good for you, Sadie!" Sadie accepted the approval as her due, and went on breathlessly, "I thought it all out in school to-day. An' say, Olga--I can make baskets of green and white crepe paper to hold three or four of the cakes, an' stick a bit of holly in each basket. Then they can be from me an' 'Lizabeth both--how's that?" "Couldn't be better," Olga declared. "Uh huh, you see little Sadie has a head on her all right!" Sadie exulted. But Olga could overlook her conceit since, for once, she had taken thought for Elizabeth too. Laura wondered if, amid all the bustle and excitement of Christmas planning and doing, Jim would forget about the Christmas for the Children's Hospital, but he did not forget; and when she told him that she was depending upon him to tell her what the boys there would like, Jim had no trouble at all in deciding. So one Saturday Miss Laura took him down town early before the stores were crowded and they had a delightful time selecting books and toys. "My-ee!" Jim cried, as they were speeding up Connecticut Avenue, the car piled with packages, "won't this be a splendid Christmas! Ours first at home, and the hospital Christmas and the Camp Fire one and the old ladies' one--it'll be four Christmases all in one year, won't it, Miss Laura?" he exulted. "Besides a tree and a gift for each one in your outdoor school," Laura added. Jim stared at her wide-eyed. "O, who's going to give them?" he cried. "You?" "You and I and the judge, Jim. That is our thank-offering for all that the school is doing for you--and for Jo." Jim moved close and hid his face for a long moment on Laura's shoulder. She knew that he was afraid he might cry, but this time they would have been tears of pure joy. He explained presently, when he was sure that his eyes were all right. "That will be the best Christmas of all, 'cause some of the out-doorers wouldn't have a teeny bit of Christmas at home. Jo wouldn't. He says they never hang up stockings or anything like that at his house. He said he didn't care, but I know he did." That evening Miss Laura asked, "How would you like to put something on our tree for Jo?" "The Camp Fire tree--and have him come?" Jim cried eagerly. "Of course."