"She touched a small pearl button inlaid in the arm of her golden chair, and all at once a gentle breeze swept down the valley, rustling the leaves and tilting the tops of the trees that stood in its way. Slowly the great sign turned upon its centre with a loud, squeaking sound. "Again 'Aunt Twaddles' touched the pearl button. The breeze ceased blowing; the leaves became silent. Both Arthur and Maud nearly fainted; for now before their very eyes they read in large letters of pure, burnished gold. "'WORK SHOPS AND FACTORIES OF SANTA CLAUS. Established A. D. 1.' "No wonder that piles of seasoned lumber towered sky high! No wonder great sheds filled with silk lined the bank of the stream! "There, surely enough, were his reindeer feeding far off in the snow-fields; and as the ever good-natured Santa Claus himself appeared on the roof of his factory and waved them a hearty welcome, the children, awed by the sight of this great man, sank into the stout arms of 'Aunt Twaddles' in a spasm of silent joy. "'Well!' exclaimed 'Aunt Twaddles' after a time. 'I am so glad you saw Santa, for he seldom allows even the dolls to see him except about Christmas time; and now if you will be patient for a moment, we shall see what this button will bring forth.' "She touched a blue button inlaid among many in the arm of her golden chair. "Instantly, far off in the mountain, the children heard singing. Not the sweet singing of childish voices that had come from the multitude of dolls in the village, but a wild, musical chant that seemed to set the very air in motion and to waken a thrill in their hearts such as they had never known before. "Closer and closer it came until the merry voices could be heard quite plainly. Nearer and nearer, until the words fell upon their delighted ears, as if spoken by someone upon the very throne at their side. "All the dolls came pouring out of the Temple of Music through every door of the building, and forming themselves into line behind a soldierly looking little leader, they separated into companies and regiments and commenced a marching drill, as thus the voices sang: "'The Ice Cream is so delicious, And the Cake so soft and fine. Come on, Brownies, bring the dishes, And Doll Babies fall in line; Tell the boy dolls and the ladies To give every tot a spoon, And put bibs upon the babies, For we're coming with it soon. 'Down the hill, down the hill, Not at all like Jack and Jill, For the cream we never spill, While our voices loud and shrill Echo back from hill to hill.' "Louder and louder came the chant from the mountain; when lo! as they gazed in the direction of the music, they were surprised to behold dwarf after dwarf marching down the mountain-side, each singing with all his might.