[Illustration:  “SHE WAS A FASCINATING LITTLE CREATURE, ALL SMILES AND DIMPLES.”]

“Where is ’Pat’s Pill’?” he asked, looking around for Phil.  “That is Patricia’s name for him, as near as she can say it.  Wouldn’t you know that she was a doctor’s daughter, by giving her doting uncle a pill for a name?”

Phil and Mr. Forbes came in together.  To Betty, one of the pleasantest parts of her visit was this meeting with the “Cousin Carl,” who had added such vistas of delight to her life by taking her to Europe the year she was threatened with blindness.  His hair was grayer now than then, and the years had added a few lines to his kind face, but he was not nearly so grave.  He smiled oftener, and she noticed with satisfaction his evident pride in Eugenia since she had blossomed into such a happy, enthusiastic housewife, and his devotion to little Patricia, when she was brought in for awhile just after dinner.

She was a fascinating little creature, all smiles and dimples and coquettish shrugs, and she held royal court the few moments she was allowed to monopolize the attention of the company.  It was her second Christmas eve, and she had been brought down for the first public ceremony of hanging her stocking in the great chimney corner.  Even after she was carried away it was plain to be seen how the interest of the house centred around her.  There was a tender glow in Eugenia’s eyes every time she looked at the tiny white stocking hanging from the holly wreathed mantel.  And it was also plain to be seen that the little stocking gave a deeper meaning to the words carved underneath, to every one gathered around the fire:  “East or West, Home is best.”  When the trimming of the great tree in the library began, it was found that each member of the household had bought her enough toys to stock a show-window.

“There is really too much for one kid,” said Phil gravely, surveying his own lavish contributions.  “What can she do with them when it is all over?”

Eugenia glanced from the long row of dolls she was counting, to the assortment of stuffed animals and toys already weighting the tinsel-decked branches.  “She shall keep them only a day.  I have made up my mind that she shall not grow up to be the selfish child that I was before Betty came along with her Tusitala story and her Road of the Loving Heart.  She is to begin to build one now, even before she is old enough to understand.  This is her first Christmas tree.  To-morrow she shall choose one gift from each person’s assortment of offerings.  To-morrow night the tree and all the rest of the presents are to be turned over to the little orphans of St. Boniface Refuge.”

“Daddy’s name for her is Blessing,’” explained Stuart.  “So you see she is in a fair way to be trained up to fit it.”