The BiTTLE MIXER NICHOLSON SHEARON THE LITTLE MIXER THE LITTLE MIXER By LILLIAN NICHOLSON SHEARON INDIANAPOLIS THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS COPYRIGHT, 1922 BY THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY Printed in the United States of America. PRESS OF BRAUNWORTH A CO. BOOK MANUFACTURERS BROOKLYN, N. Y. THE LITTLE MIXER 2075577 THE LITTLE MIXER l m T 'HERE was no fault to be found with the present itself; the^J trouble lay in the method of trans-' \ portation. This thought was definite :nough in Hannah's mind, but she lad to rely upon a seven-year-old vo- ^cabulary for expression, and grown- ups are notably dull of comprehen- sion. Even mothers don't always understand without being told ex- actly in so many words. "I didn't say the kimono wasn't THE LITTLE MIXER J> nice, Mama,' "and explained Hannah, 'course Cousin Carrie was awful good to send it to me, but but Santy Claus is going to bring Virginia one to-morrow night, down the chimbley!" Rose Joseph slipped the absurd- little garment over her daughter's f/damty lingerie frock, and stood her i MI a chair that she might view her- in the narrow mirror between the windows of the living-room. The child was as lovely as a flower, but vanity was still sound asleep in her soul, and she glanced indiffer- ently at the reflection, her body sag- THE LITTLE MIXER 3 ging with disappointment. "It is just like those little Japanese girls wear," her mother cried in that over- enthusiastic adult tone which warns a child he is about to be the recipient of a gold brick. "I am sure Vir- ; fc I ginia's can't be any nicer than thisv one!" */ "But, Mama, Santy Claus is going * bring hers down the chimbley. *Xt31ine" her voice dropped to a mournful key "mine came through the door!" "But, darling, what difference does that make just so you get it?" Pity for her mother's barren child- 4 THE LITTLE MIXER hood shone in Hannah's soft black eyes. "That's that's no way for presents to come," she explained; "Mama, it's Chris'mus." "It is Chanuca," Mrs. Joseph re- sponded firmly. "Remember you are a Jewess, dear." "I can't never forget it," said the ?/hild with a catch in her voice, 'specially at Chris'mus." ^ "But, darling, the Jewish children have Chanuca; it comes about the same time as Christmas, and amounts to the same thing." Hannah shook her bronze curls. 'Chanuca is because the children of j) THE LITTLE MIXER Israel took Jerusalem and the temple away from the bad people," she re- cited glibly, "and and you say prayers, and light candles eight days, and and all your uncles and aunts and cousins send you things, but Santy Claus, he don't pay any 'tention to Chanuca. Chris'mus . JAs just one day, and Santy Clausal "/ tomes down the chimbley and brings ^ j ^ ^things to all good children 'cept little Jews because it is the birthda] of our Saviour." Mrs. Joseph was silent so long that Hannah felt she had convinced her mother of the superiority of the ^=^^^ 6 THE LITTLE MIXER Gentile Christmas over the Jewish Chanuca, and she continued more in detail. "And the children's kinfolks just give Santy Claus money, and tell him what to buy, and he brings the presents, and nobody has to bother about it 'cept him." ; "Hannah," Mrs. Joseph interrupted //coldly, "who told you about the birth- lay of of the Saviour?" "Nellie Halloran," answered Han- 'nah, "and Virginia, too. They've- they've got the same one." "The same what?" "The same Saviour," Hannah ex- plained. THE LITTLE MIXER 7 "Darling, hasn't Mama told you many times, that you must never, never talk about religion to Nellie and Virginia?" "Oh, we don't, Mama, never, never ! But 'course we got to talk about Santy Claus, and things." There seemed to be no reasonable /objection to that, so Mrs. Joseph Cropped the subject. She spent a S^picat deal of time folding the de- spised and rejected kimono into its tissue-paper wrappings. Presently she brought a narrow parcel from" another room. "See what Uncle Aaron has sent 8 THE LITTLE MIXER you, dear," she cried gaily. "A little man; you wind him up in the back with this key so and then he dances and plays the fiddle!" Hannah forced a polite giggle at the little man's antics. He too rested under the ban of having come through the door," and her atten- soon wandered. Nellie got a jumping- jack in the top of her stocking last Chris'- mus; 'cause she's such a jumping-' jack herself, her papa said. You know, Mama, Santy Claus puts nuts and candy, and little things in your stocking and puts your big things all THE LITTLE MIXER 9 around the room. Sometimes he brings a tree and hangs them all on a tree. Virginia and Nellie want a tree and a new doll. Virginia gets a new doll every Chris'mus, and she's got every doll Santy ever brought her even her little, baby, rubber^ doll. She's eight years old and will J^ ^rhave eight dolls! But Nellie ain't './r- hasn't saved a single one, and she's // ^ ^/scared she won't get one this Chris'- irmus awful scared." "Why, dear?" asked Mrs. Joseph, when Hannah paused for breath. "Because the doll Santy brought Nellie Jast Chris'mus, you know J io THE LITTLE MIXER what? She was playing Indian with her brother one day, and chopped her head off! And Nellie's mama says she don't know whether old Santy's going to forget that or not! But Nellie, she says she prays hard to the Virgin Mary every night if she don't go to sleep too quick. Mama, /^what's a virgin? Mama, what's " "A virgin is a lady who has never jen married," answered Mrs. Joseph, the neglected musician back_ into his box. Hannah wrestled alone for a mo- ment with a mighty ecclesiastical problem, and then gave it up. THE LITTLE MIXER 1 1 "The Virgin Mary is God's mother," Hannah continued. "That's her picture over our fireplace," pointing to a copy of a crude thir- teenth century Madonna and Child in a carved Gothic frame, which Eli $! and Rose Joseph had bought in ItalyffJ WL> while on their wedding trip. Flanked^ /now by candles burning in silver" Tgj U'/^candelabra in honor of Chanuca, it \ /gave the mantel a passing resem- to a Catholic shrine. "I don't think God's mother is very pretty, do you, Mama? And I think Nellie's little brother is a heap pret- tier'n God was when He was a baby." 12 THE LITTLE MIXER j) Mrs. Joseph showed signs of hav- ing reached the limit. "Hannah," she said firmly, "it is time you were in bed." "But, Papa hasn't come home yet." "Papa will be late to-night, dear." j "The Chris'mus rush," sighedj ** Hannah. "Mama, you haven't looked^ own my throat to-day," she added, ?/^playing for time. , Mrs. Joseph went through the daily ritual. "It looks all right," she pronounced. "It is all right," came the trium- phant answer. "It is never going to be sore again. Virginia says - " THE LITTLE MIXER 13 "Never mind what Virginia says. If your throat ever hurts you the least little bit, you are to come to me instantly and tell me. Do you un- derstand ?" "Yes, Mama, but it isn't going to hurt any more," Hannah insisted. "Come on up-stairs to bed." Still Hannah hung back. She had fot played her trump card yet, and time was short. She caught her lother's slim white hand in hers and fingered nervously at the rings. "Mama," she almost whispered, "Virginia says it's Jewish mamas' fault that Santy Claus don't come to 14 THE LITTLE MIXER see Jewish children. If the mamas would just go to Santy and tell him to come You will, won't you, Ma- ma? Please, Mama!' 9 "Hannah, not another word about Christmas and Santy Claus not J another word !" Hannah swallowed something that i^/came in her throat, and bravely ^ inked back her tears. "Can't Mandy me to bed ?" No, dear; Mandy is busy in the kitchen. Mama will put you to bed and tell you stories." She bent down and kissed the child tenderly. Hannah flung her arms about her THE LITTLE MIXER 1 5 mother's neck. She loved the feel of the soft throat and the gently curving bosom against her little cheek, and the fragrance of her mother's hair and silken laces. She didn't know that her mother looked like a portrait by Raphael, but she did know that-^' her mama was the prettiest, sweetest^ //mama in all the world; and yet ,, 'Mama, I'm so tired of stories : the children of Israel. They never did anything funny. Mand] tells me tales about the old plan- tashun, when her ma was a slave, and about ole Marse, and ole Mis' going to town and giving Santy Claus 16 THE LITTLE MIXER money so's he'd bring beads and 'juice* harps and things to the little niggers; and he never forgot one, from the biggest to the littlest darky, Santy didn't." The child's body began to tremble with repressed sobs. "I I wisht I was a & little darky! It's it's ^awful sad to be a little Jewish child it Chris'mus time." And then the storm broke. * - Two hours later Eli Joseph's tire( step sounded on the veranda, and Rose hurried to admit him, lifting a silencing hand as soon as he had crossed the threshold. "Hannah has THE LITTLE MIXER 17 just gone to sleep," she whispered. "No no, she's not sick at all." He placed an arm around her and drew her into the library. "Eli, your overcoat is wet," she exclaimed, untwining her arms from t his neck. I 'Snow," he said, his good-looking foyish face lighting up with pleasure. [t seems we are to have a white after all." 'Christmas!" she cried; "I wish I could never hear that word again." "Well, I'm glad it comes only once a year. To-night ends my siege, though. To-morrow night Stein goes i8 THE LITTLE MIXER on duty, and I come home for dinner to stay. Rose, darling, you look all tired out. You shouldn't wait up for me." "It isn't that. It's Hannah. She cried for more than an hour to-night, P and but for Mandy and her tales I believe she would still be crying." "And she detailed the scene to him. "But, good gracious, Rose, let Santa ^YClaus bring her presents to her," said Eli, when she had finished. "Han- nah's nothing but a baby." "She is beginning to think for herself." "As you did at a very early age," THE LITTLE MIXER 19 he reminded her, "and your father the strictest of orthodox rabbis. How old were you when you began slipping off to the reformed temple?" "I broke my father's heart," she said somberly. "I'll be punished |j through Hannah." 'Not unless you let Hannah think /'faster than you do. And remember," added teasingly, "if you hadn't run "\t2ff to the reformed temple you would never have met me." "Outside, at the foot of the steps," she recalled. "I would never have met you inside." 'Maybe I am lax," he acknowl- & R.V 20 THE LITTLE MIXER edged, "but it seems to me that if you are living a decent life yourself, and giving the other fellow a square deal, you are pretty nearly fulfilling the law and the prophets." "And what do you suppose is hap- pening to Hannah with a Christian Science family on one side and Ro- man Catholics on the other?" she demanded tragically. "She's decided t to take any more medicine, be- cause Virginia Lawrence doesn't. And she has Nellie Halloran's every expression about the Virgin and the Saviour. Not only that, but she has made friends with a Christian Science THE LITTLE MIXER 21 practitioner through the Lawrences, and calls him 'my friend Mr. Jack- son/ She runs to meet him and walks the length of the block with him every time he passes." "Hannah is certainly a natural ,,| born mixer," laughed the father.] "We are saving ourselves trouble by ^/giving her the best there is to mix ,Sj dth!" \/^ "Eli, I am afraid we made a mis- 'take moving out here, away from all our people." "No, we didn't make a mistake," he declared earnestly. "The Square was no place to bring up Hannah, 5L 22 THE LITTLE MIXER among those parvenu Jews. We have the prettiest home on the heights and the best people in town for neighbors." "Our child is losing her identity as a Jewess." "Let her find it again as an Ameri- can," he replied. "Frankly, Rose, I don't lose any sleep over trying to ^ ykeep my identity as a Jew intact. If Jew doesn't like it here, let him go 'S -back to Palestine or to the country that oppressed him, I say. I've got same amount of patience with these jqj hyphenated Americans as I have with the Jews who try to segregate them- selves and dot the map with New J> THE LITTLE MIXER 23 Jerusalems. Where's the sense in throwing yourself into the melting- pot, glad of the chance, and then kick- ing because you come out something different? Come on to bed, dear; you are as pale as a ghost, and I'm so tired I can't see straight. Our baby is all right. Don't you worry." 7 /^ Snow falls on the just and the un- st. There was quite as much of it in Hannah's back yard as in either" Virginia's or Nellie's perhaps even a little more had drifted into the fence corners. Hannah's joy in discover- ing that in this respect she had not 24 THE LITTLE MIXER been slighted crowded her troubles into the background. Immediately after breakfast, bundled up snugly, she stood in her yard and threw snowballs toward her neighbors' homes, while she squealed with de- light. In a very few minutes, three little girls were playing where only e had played before. The two newcomers, Virginia ^Lawrence and Nellie Halloran, pre- sented an interesting contrast. Vir- ginia, slim, and tall for her age, with long, flat, yellow braids, handled the snow daintily, even gingerly. Nellie, fat and dimpled, her curls tousled THE LITTLE MIXER 25 into a flame colored halo, rolled over and over in the snow, and then shook herself like a puppy. Until the ad- vent of Hannah, a subtle antagonism had existed between the two children. Virginia's favorite game was playing "lady" with a train floating grace-1 fully behind her; Nellie's chief joy, '/fin life was seeing how long she could Bgv^&tand on her head, her short skirts Ws ^xpbeying the laws of gravity all the while. Hannah, however, vibratec obligingly between the two sports, and kept the peace inviolate. Romping in the snow is hard play, and presently the little girls sat pant- 26 THE LITTLE MIXER ing on the top step of the Josephs' back porch. Immediately Nellie produced a string of amethyst col- ored beads from her coat pocket, with the announcement that she would say her prayers while resting. "What kind of beads are those? asked Hannah. "Rosary beads, 'course," responded ellie. "Hannah, you don't know nything." "I do, too." "Huh ! you didn't even know about the Mother o' God until I told you." "I reckon I thought God was an orphan," Hannah pleaded in extenua- V / THE LITTLE MIXER 27 tion. "But, what about God's papa ?" she demanded with sudden inspira- tion. "You're so smarty, tell me about that !" "Oh, God didn't have to have a father," Nellie answered easily. "Everything is free in Heaven; so He didn't have to have a father to '/work for Him when He was little." "Then why did He have to have a "To tell Him what to do, 'course.- You know how 'tis. If you ask your papa anything, don't he always say, 'Go ask your mama'?" Hannah had noticed this shifting 28 THE LITTLE MIXER '% of masculine responsibility more than once. "That's so," she acquiesced. Then a terrible thought struck her. "I don't want to go to Heaven! I don't want to go anywhere unless my papa can go too." Nellie's nimble Irish wits were! j ready. "I just said God didn't need' //any papa. 'Course our papas will go ^ to Heaven, 'cause that's the only place >/-they can quit working. Didn't I hear my papa say one time he hope he'd get a little rest in Heaven, 'cause he never got any on this earth?" "But, you have to die before you can get to Heaven," sighed Hannah. THE LITTLE MIXER 29 Virginia, who had been maintain- ing a most dignified silence, looked as if she must speak or explode. "No you don't. Heaven begins here and now," she recited. "If you are good, you are well and happy, and that's Heaven." Tisn't," scoffed Nellie. "Do rou see any angels flying 'round in lis here yard? I don't." Hannah rather took to Virginia's rgument, and resolved to have conversation with her some time, undampened by Nellie's skepticism. If there could be feasting on the joys of Heaven here and now, 30 THE LITTLE MIXER Hannah had every intention of being at the banquet table. At the present moment, however, the rosary beads were of fascinating interest; she must hold them in her own hands, and watch the play, of purple lights upon the snow as she flashed themlp in the sun. Questions about the ^/crucifix, she found, brought on an ^mbarrassing silence. Nellie looked at /yirginia. Virginia looked at Nellie. Then the two excused themselves foi a whispered colloquy at the other end of the yard. When they returned, Virginia acted as spokesman, fixing Nellie with an unrelenting eye. j ffir THE LITTLE MIXER 31 "That is Jesus nailed to the cross, Hannah. Some very wicked people did it." There was nothing exciting in this to Hannah ; wicked people were doing wicked things the world over, all the time. The statement fell flat, and Nellie, disappointed at the lack of ^dramatic effect, broke treaty. "I Aspect the Jews did it," she said. ;, "They did not!" Hannah's voice "trembled. "The Jews are nice peo-- ple; they wouldn't do a wicked thing like that!" Virginia put an arm across Han- nah's shoulders. "Now see what 32 THE LITTLE MIXER you've done," she snapped at Nel- lie. "Oh, I 'spect the Irish helped them," Nellie added magnanimously. "My papa says the Irish are into every thing." Not having to bear the ignominy} alone Hannah was comforted. "What! 4| ^/makes you say prayers on the beads?" 'she asked. '/ ^ " 'Cause I want Santy to bring me a doll to-night. I wrote him 'bout sixteen letters, and I'm going to say my rosary a dozen times to-day." To-morrow was Christmas Day! Hannah's face fell. All her sorrows THE LITTLE MIXER 33 returned with a rush. "Have you got any more of those beads?" she asked. "Yes, but they wouldn't do you any good," Nellie answered with quick un- derstanding. "You're not a Catholic." 'Couldn't I be one?" 'Not unless you're baptized with water. The priest does it." ,The leaven had begun to work. "What did your mama say about \ "asking Santa Claus to come?" Vir- ginia inquired, with a quick glance toward the beads. Hannah shook her head, speech- less. She compressed her lips into a 4 < * 34 THE LITTLE MIXER tight line with an effort at self-con- trol, but two large tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed on her scarlet coat. Again Virginia placed an arm protectingly across Hannah's shoulder. Nellie's bright blue eyes grew soft with pity. "I tell you what," she ex- claimed. "I'll baptize Hannah, then ^/she'll be a Gentile, and Santa Claus fill come, no matter what. And when mama sees how nice it is, she won't care." "But, you said a priest has to bap- tize anybody," objected Virginia. "He does 'less it's a time of dan- and you can't get any priest. ftfc THE LITTLE MIXER 35 Then any Catholic can baptize any- body. My mama baptized our wash- erwoman's little baby 'cause they knew it was going to die before Father Murphy could get there. And ain't this a time of danger?" "Nobody's dying." Virginia was distressingly literal. // Hannah looked from one friend to ic other, hoping against hope. c No, but there's danger Santa Claus won't come to see Hannah less'n sump'n is done mighty quick," came Nellie's ready reply. "And can we get a priest ? You go get one, Virginia. Go get one." 36 THE LITTLE MIXER Clearly there was no answer to this. The ceremony was set for early afternoon when Grandmother Halloran took her nap and Nellie could borrow the bottle of holy water from her shelf. As to the place, there jjf were six boys at the Hallorans' al- 'ways in the way ; Mrs. Lawrence had iests; obviously the baptismal rite mid have to be performed at Han- ygah's home. After lunch the children assembled in the sun parlor of the Josephs' home, in full view of Mrs. Joseph who sat embroidering in the library, the French door closed be- tween them, so that she did not hear. THE LITTLE MIXER 37 Nellie had secured the bottle of holy water, and, arrayed in her brother Joe's long, black rain-coat, a towel about her neck for a stole, acted as priest. Virginia, not to be left out of such an important affair, con- sented to be godmother. In lieu of ai prayer manual, Nellie used one of; i ^/Hannah's story books. She chose a erse, which, because she knew it by she could read exceptionally J "Little boy blue, come blow your horn, The sheep are in the meadow, And the cows are in the corn." 38 THE LITTLE MIXER Then she poured a little of the holy water on Hannah's forehead (wet hair might occasion unanswerable questions) and baptized her "Hannah Agnes Ignatius Joseph." Called upon for a response, the godmother recited very impressively the Scientific Statement of Being as I/found in the Christian Science text- >ok, and Hannah was pronounced a ^Gentile and a Catholic. One thing more remained to be- done. Hannah ran to her mother, cheeks aglow. "Mama, may I trade my striped ball to Nellie for some beads?" THE LITTLE MIXER 39 "Why of course, darling, if you wish." The exchange was made, and some time was spent in mastering the use of the rosary. All three of the chil- dren knew the "Our Father," though there was some difference of opinion as to "debts" and "trespasses" which /fe apt to hold in all mixed congrega- ^ions. The "Hail Mary" proved a ^it difficult for Hannah, and she "finally abandoned it. "I'll say,- 'Hear, oh Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One/ " she said. "I al- ready know that, and a prayer is a ,prayer, isn't it?" j) 40 THE LITTLE MIXER Nellie refilled the holy-water bottle from the kitchen hydrant, and hur- ried home to replace it before her grandmother should awaken. Han- nah spent the next hour lying flat on her stomach printing letters, appeal- ing to Virginia from time to time for aid as to the spelling, Virginia being very superior speller. Mrs. Joseph was busy with callers rhen Virginia went home, and [annah was left to her own devices.- Suddenly she thought of one stone that had been left unturned: there was her friend Mr. Jackson to whom the Lawrences always appealed THE LITTLE MIXER 41 in time of stress. She knew the formula, she knew his number, for on the list by the Lawrences' tele- phone, his name, like Abou-ben-Ad- hem's, led all the rest. "Main 1234," it was as easy as counting. She slipped into the telephone closet and|;1 closed the door. ' There was no trouble with Hannah ^ night. She went to bed early, didn't care to have any stories told she could go to sleep by herself r "Quite a change of heart, eh ?" Eli commented to Rose, as they sat by the living-room fire after telling their little girl good night. J) 42 THE LITTLE MIXER "She has been like that all day, play- ing as happily as you please," Rose re- sponded. "I suppose she got it all out of her system in last night's scene." Eli drummed abstractedly on the arm of his chair : "I don't feel quite right about it, even so," he said. "Maybe you will think me incon- ^/sistent," she confessed, flushing, "but tannah was so indifferent about the ^/presents sent her for Chanuca, I only ^showed her two. I've saved th others to give her Christmas Day, so she will have something of her own to show when the other children bring theirs over." +J& THE LITTLE MIXER 43 Eli didn't seem any too pleased. Toor little mite," he murmured. "His-st! Missis Joseph!" It was 'Bridget, the Hallorans* old family servant, calling softly from the hall. "I'll be after takin' the prisintsf I. .ye've stored away for us. I'll lave , 'em on the back porch 'n' carry 'em J ^over when the childer are all asleep. 'Nellie's in bed like a little angel bless 5 er heart, but them divilish b'ys do be a-snoopin' into ivery crack 'n' corner !" Mrs. Joseph unlocked a closet : 44 THE LITTLE MIXER tinder the stairs, and loaded Bridget's amis with heavy and bulky parcels. "Shure, an' 'tis a sad Chris'mus we'll be havin', savin' the childer. 'Mr.' Timmy, him that's old Missis Halloran's youngest, but old enough to know better, he ups an' runs away to-day an' marries a Protestant gir-rl. :; '//An' if ye'll open 'y'r windy the bit av crack, ye'll hear the poor old lady is minit, wailin' like a banshee." "But Mr. Timothy is such a nic young man, he must have married a lovely girl, Bridget," said Rose. "Shure, an' that may be, but she is a Protesta'nt, Missis Joseph. She THE LITTLE MIXER 45 runs away fr'm her folks, an' he runs away fr'm his, an' they get married by a justice o' peace. An' no peace will come o' such doin', Lord 've mercy on their souls !" "Oh, poor Grandma Halloran !" "Poor lovers," said Eli, when ; Bridget had gone. "I'll wager they U fad the very deuce of a time with )th sides." b sooner had they settled them- selves again than the door knocker sounded. Eli admitted Mr. Jackson, the Christian Science practitioner. "I have only a minute," he said. "I just dropped by to leave a doll my % 46 THE LITTLE MIXER wife dressed for your little girl. We chose one that we thought looked like Hannah." "Oh, but that is kind of you!" Rose looked her gratitude. "Mrs. Lawrence has told me how busy y'i both you and your wife always are and to take time to think of our little 1 had intended to give it to her Mr. Jackson continued, ""but after her talk with me to-day I" decided she would enjoy it more if I asked Santa Claus to bring it." His eyes twinkled reminiscently. 'She called me up by telephone and THE LITTLE MIXER 47 asked me to give Santa Claus a treat- ment she seemed to think that he would pass her by. I could assure her that he wouldn't, as I had already seen the doll. Hannah is a wonder- ful child." "We think so," smiled Eli. "I am sure we thank you, and wish you the ?ery merriest Christmas." 'It will be a happy Christmas for ," he answered. "I am going to ffie station to meet my father and mother. Some years ago they felt estranged from me they are both staunch Presbyterians of the old school and it nearly broke their 48 THE LITTLE MIXER hearts when I went into Christian Science work. But they are begin- ning to look more tolerantly upon my calling, and they are on their way now to spend Christmas with us. You can guess how happy that makes me. ' Peace on earth, good will tc men' -it is a wonder-working /thought." "It is indeed," Eli agreed heartily. When the door had closed upon their visitor, Rose and Eli stood st ing at each other rather foolishly. She was the first to speak : "Is there no end to the fight between the old and the new generation ?" ,-V; vl THE LITTLE MIXER 49 "We are just beginning the scrap with our new generation," he said. "She called him up and asked for Christian Science help! I wonder what else that little monkey has been up to?" They soon found, out. Carrying the doll Mr. Jackson had brought, tiptoed after Eli into the nurs- ,... and gradually turned on the light. : first object to meet their eyes ? "was Hannah's stocking, hangin precariously to a pin driven into the mantel. Pinned to the wall were several messages, neatly printed in pencil, which told their own tale: 50 THE LITTLE MIXER Deer Santy Nellie babtized me. Holy wotter. Hannah. Deer Santy I want things in my stockin. Hannah. Deer Santy Claws Ime a jentile. Nellie babtize me. Ime a jentile cath-lic C. S. Hannah. Deer Santy Bring me any nice things you got left. With love Hannah, Deer Santy Don't let my Mama /and my Papa get mad bout you. Hannah. Eli began to chortle, and Hannah %tirred in her sleep, throwing both ^ * chubby arms over her head. Clutched tightly in her left hand they saw a rosary of amethyst colored beads. Rose snapped off the light and pushed Eli out into the hall. He sat p Ci THE LITTLE MIXER 51 down on the stairs and laughed until he cried. "The dog-gone little mixer!" he chuckled. "A Gentile Catholic Christian Scientist is she? And if she has ever happened to hear anything about Mahomet, believe me, she's sleeping with her feet toward Mecca right now!" Rose was weeping silently over the tie message : "Don't let my Mama my Papa get mad bout you." She touched her husband on the shoulder, "Eli, what shall we do about it?" "Do?" He stood up and set his jaw determinedly. "You spoke just 52 THE LITTLE MIXER now of the fight between the old and the new generations: do you see what we are coming to if we don't concede our child her legitimate rights. She will seek them out, and take them by force, and never for- give us for withholding them, that's 1 what! Every child who has ever ?yheard of Santa Claus has a right to v^njoy the myth. Didn't I give a hun- (f ' J/<}red dollars to the Elks and a hun- ~dred dollars to the Big Brothers who" are looking after the empty stockings of the poor children, while my own baby " He had reached his bedroom door THE LITTLE MIXER 53 and was kicking off his house slip- pers. "Eli, where are you going?" "Down-town to see Santa Claus if I have to break open a dozen stores," he answered determinedly. It seemed that Santa Claus, never /having visited Hannah before, had a ** \ lind to make up for lost time. An ' Jf\^pverflowing stocking hung from the mantel; a tree loaded with presents and tinsel stood by her bed ; about the room were placed large gifts, every- thing a little girl might wish for. Hannah was dazed. She didn't see 54 THE LITTLE MIXER her mother and father standing in the doorway of the nursery, their arms about each other, and smiling. She tugged at her window until it opened and then called to Nellie across the intervening space. "He came! He came!" she screamed, as a tousled, flame-colored showed at the window opposite. Hannah brushed by her parents , running to the window nearest Virginia's room, repeated her mes-. sage. Then she came back into the nursery, still oblivious of mother and father, and stared about her in ecstasy. The occasion called for 8*4 THE LITTLE MIXER 55 some expression of thanksgiving what could it be? A seven-year-old child hasn't words for such a big emotion. She could think of but one thing to do. Reverently bowing her little bronze head, she made the sign of the cross upside down! f/ THE END