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The end of that Christmas was better than the beginning. Major / Stafford justified Bob's confidence. The holiday was not quite over / when one evening Major Stafford galloped up to the gate through the / mist, his black horse, Ajax, splashed with mud to his ear-tips. He had / ridden him seventy miles that day to keep that tryst. The Major soon / heard all about the little ones' disappointment at not receiving any / new presents.
"Santa Tlaus didn' tum this Trismas, but he's tummin' _next_ Trismas," / said Evelyn, looking wisely up at him, that evening, from the rug, / where she was vainly trying to make her doll's head stick on her broken / shoulders.