“I don’t know what it is, but I do know that it must be something nice,” said her brother.

When the supper-table had been cleared, the mother and girls took out their sewing again, while Hans worked at some wood-carving.  The father took an old violin from its case and began to play some of the beautiful airs of Germany.

When he came to the “Watch on the Rhine,” the mother’s work dropped from her hands as she and the children joined in the song that stirs every German heart.

“Oh, dear! it seems as though Christmas Eve never would come,” sighed Bertha, as she settled herself for sleep beside her sister.

It was quite a cold night, but they were cosy and warm.  Why shouldn’t they be?  They were covered with a down feather bed.  Their mother had the same kind of cover on her own bed, and so had Hans.

But Christmas Eve did come at last, although it seemed so far off to Bertha the night before.  Hans and his father brought in the bough of a yew-tree, and it was set up in the living-room.

The decorating came next.  Tiny candles were fastened on all the twigs.  Sweetmeats and nuts were hung from the branches.

“How beautiful!  How beautiful!” exclaimed the children when it was all trimmed, and they walked around it with admiring eyes.

None of the presents were placed on the tree, for that is not the fashion in Germany.  Each little gift had been tied up in paper and marked with the name of the one for whom it was intended.

When everything was ready, there was a moment of quiet while the candles were being lighted.  Then Bertha’s father began to give out the presents, and there was a great deal of laughing and joking as the bundles were opened.

There was a new red skirt for Bertha.  Her mother had made it, for she knew the child was fond of pretty dresses.  Besides this, she had a pair of warm woollen mittens which Gretchen had knit for her.  Hans had made and carved a doll’s cradle for each of the girls.

Everybody was happy and contented.  They sang songs and cracked nuts and ate the Christmas cakes to their hearts’ content.

“I think I like the ones shaped like gnomes the best,” said Hans.  “They have such comical little faces.  Do you know, every time I go out in the forest, it seems as though I might meet a party of gnomes hunting for gold.”

“I like the animal cakes best,” said Bertha.  “The deer are such graceful creatures, and I like to bite off the horns and legs, one at a time.”

“A long time ago,” said their father, “they used to celebrate Christmas a little different from the way we now do.  The presents were all carried to a man in the village who dressed himself in a white robe, and a big wig made of flax.  He covered his face with a mask, and then went from house to house.  The grown people received him with great honours.  He called for the children and gave them the presents their parents had brought to him.