Margaret, don't you wish you
could see Santa Claus? What's that?"
They both listened, and they heard a little _tap, tap_ on the window.
They looked, and there, right in the window, they saw a funny little
Brownie.
"What's that I heard you say? You want to see Santa Claus? Well, I
am one of his Brownies. I am on my way back to Santa Claus Land. I'll
take you with me if you want to go."
Jack and Margaret scrambled from their beds.
"Come on, show us the way!" they cried in great excitement.
"No, indeed," said the Brownie. "No one must know the way to Santa
Claus Land. Kindly wait a moment."
Then the Brownie took something soft and thick and dark, and tied it
around Jack's eyes. Next he took something soft and thick and dark,
and tied it around Margaret's eyes.
"How many fingers before you?" he asked.
Both of them shook their heads. They could not see a wink.
"Very well, now we're off," said the Brownie.
He took Jack's hand on one side, and Margaret's on the other. It
seemed as if they flew through the window. They went on swiftly for a
little while, then the Brownie whirled them round and round until
they were dizzy, and off they went again. The children could not tell
whether they were going north, south, east, or west.
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