A few little gowns hung on the wall, and the only picture was the wintry sky, sparkling with stars, framed by the uncurtained window. But the moon, pausing to peep, saw something touching and heard something pleasant. Two heads in little, round nightcaps lay on one pillow, two pairs of wide-awake blue eyes stared up at the light, and two tongues were going like bell clappers. “I’m so glad we finished our shirts in time! It seemed as though we never should, and I don’t think six cents is half enough for a great, red flannel shirt with four buttonholes, do you?” said one voice rather wearily. “No, but then we each made four, and fifty cents is a good deal of money. Are you sorry we didn’t keep our quarters for ourselves?” asked the other voice with an undertone of regret. “Yes, I am, till I think how pleased the children will be with our tree, for they don’t expect anything at all and will be so surprised.
