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 Half Title
 Title Page
 Frontispiece
 Preface
 Table of Contents
 Introducing the family
 Santa's brothers come to town
 Mother goose comes to visit
 Santa has a secret all by...
 Santa almost tells the wonderful...
 Mrs. Claus gets ready for the holy...
 The wonderful secret comes out
 Honors for Santa
 Bad news from Hamelin
 Several things happen
 The day of the party
 The party
 Santa has a wonderful adventur...
 Santa has another marvelous...
 A great problem in the Claus...
 Old King Cole gives his answer
 Santa goes a-courting
 The wedding and the wedding...
 The first Christmas
 Santa comes home














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Table of Contents
    Half Title
        Half Title
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    Frontispiece
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Preface
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
        Page ix
    Introducing the family
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Santa's brothers come to town
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Mother goose comes to visit
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 10a
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Santa has a secret all by himself
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Santa almost tells the wonderful secret
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Mrs. Claus gets ready for the holy day
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
    The wonderful secret comes out
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Honors for Santa
        Page 34
        Page 34a
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    Bad news from Hamelin
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Several things happen
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
    The day of the party
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    The party
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
    Santa has a wonderful adventure
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 60a
        Page 61
    Santa has another marvelous idea
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
    A great problem in the Claus family
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Old King Cole gives his answer
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
    Santa goes a-courting
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
    The wedding and the wedding journey
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    The first Christmas
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
    Santa comes home
        Page 92
        Page 93
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THE BOY WHO LIVED IN
PUDDING LANE
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OY WHO LIVED

q PUDDING LANE

being a True Account, if only you believe it,
of the Life and Ways of Santa, Oldest
Son of Mr. and Mrs. Claus

By SARAH ADDINGTON








ILLUSTRATED BY
GERTRUDE A. KAY



HE ATLANTIC MONTHLY PRESS
BOSTON





COPYRIGHT, 1922, By
SARAH ADDINGTON









PREFACE
THIS brief biography of a great hero,
Santa Claus, is entered upon with the
reverence due to the nature of the under-
taking, and with the timidity that neces-
sarily arises from the fact that it is a
breaking of new ground.
Just why historians have, in all epic
accounts, ignored probably the greatest
international figure that ever existed, is
a mystery to the author, for whom the
antecedents, early life, and young man-
hood of Santa Claus have always been
immensely fascinating. Nevertheless, the
life of this great man has never been
written; and even Mr. Wells, in a history
of life from the amoeba to the Peace
Conference, has not so much as a foot-
note on Santa Claus, though there are
critics of youthful, and therefore unprej-
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PREFACE
udiced, minds, who will rate him far
above Napoleon, Lincoln, and Garibaldi.
To shed light, then, on the life of a
popular idol, shamefully neglected by
historians, is the purpose of this little
study, which has been carefully and
scientifically compiled from original
sources.
The author is fully aware that her
book cannot add a single huzza to the
world's acclaim of Santa Claus (for he
has gloriously risen above the conspiracy
of historians to world-wide celebrity).
She writes the account to please herself,
and possibly a few other fellow admirers
(preferably under twelve), who, like her,
must know where Santa Claus lived as a
little boy, what his mother was like, and
how he got started in his enchanting
business, before admitting this to be a
perfect world. S. A.
vi





















CONTENTS
PAGE
I. INTRODUCING THE FAMILY I
II. SANTA'S BROTHERS COME TO TOWN 5
III. MOTHER GOOSE COMES TO VISIT . 8
IV. SANTA HAS A SECRET ALL BY HIMSELF 14
V. SANTA ALMOST TELLS THE WONDERFUL
SECRET 18
VI. MRS. CLAUS GETS READY FOR THE
HOLY DAY 21
VII. THE WONDERFUL SECRET COMES OUT 28
VIII. HONORS FOR SANTA. 34
IX. BAD NEWS FROM HAMELIN 39
X. SEVERAL THINGS HAPPEN 43
XI. THE DAY OF THE PARTY 48
XII. THE PARTY 52
XIII. SANTA HAS A WONDERFUL ADVENTURE. "57
XIV. SANTA HAS ANOTHER MARVELOUS IDEA 62
XV. A GREAT PROBLEM IN THE CLAUS
FAMILY .. 66
XVI. OLD KING COLE GIVES HIS ANSWER 72








viii CONTENTS
XVII. SANTA GOES A-COURTING 77
XVIII. THE WEDDING, AND THE WEDDING
JOURNEY 83
XIX. THE FIRST CHRISTMAS 87
XX. SANTA COMES HOME 92























THE ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
Santa would give them sweet things from the bake-shop until
they could n't eat any more (See Page 3) Frontispiece
In just a minute, there she was on the ground beside him o1
'I have toys for my little brothers,' cried Santa 32
They sat in a circle, while Mrs. Claus and Mr. Claus and
Santa hurried to pass around food 52
The children would not listen, but kept dancing along behind
the piper 60
Santa, driving the reindeer with one hand, and waving to
Mrs. Claus with the other 92











THE BOY WHO LIVED IN
PUDDING LANE

I
INTRODUCING THE FAMILY
ONCE upon a time, in the kingdom of
Old King Cole, there lived a father and
a mother, and a fat little boy who was
always dressed in a bright red suit. The
father, whose name was Mr. Claus, was a
baker, and he lived in Pudding Lane,
between the butcher and the candle-
stick-maker.
Mr. Claus was really about the best
baker in the world. He knew so well
how to make little cake puppies, with
red-currant eyes. And he knew so well


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THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
how to make funny gingerbread Brownies,
with black-raisin eyes. He made great fat
loaves of bread, warm and golden and
crusty. And he made little plum tarts,
that a boy could eat up in one gobble,
and a girl could eat up in two.
All the hnve~ anrd orls who lived in


-_ -_ -1- I(
Pudding Lane used tc
Claus's shop, and Mr. 4
erous baker, almost alwa
dough puppies, or ging


play around Mr.
;laus, being a gen-
rs gave them cake-
:rbread Brownies,


when they came. And often, when he
was busy, he would send out his little boy,


oanta, to give me
The children 1
even more than tl
puppies and the
He was such a j
smile that crinkl
blue eyes brimfu



.Sam


Iren tneir pasrines.
the little fat Santa
lid the cake-dough
gerbread Brownies.
little chap, with a
p his round nose,
merriment, and a



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i







INTRODUCING THE FAMILY


waddle that made all the children laugh,
as he staggered under loaves and cookies.
"You look like your grandmother's
gander when you walk," they would cry.
And sure enough, he did walk very
much like his grandmother's gander.
But this was a high honor, indeed, for his
grandmother was that great person,
Mother Goose, and her gander was a
bird much admired by the children of
Pudding Lane.
Almost every day the children would
come, and Santa would give them sweet
things from the bakeshop until they
couldn't eat any more. Pretty soon,
MK Claus began to complain.
i"How can I make money, Santa, if
you give away everything and leave me
nothing to sell? Yesterday, you gave
away every cookie in the shop, and left
3







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


only the cinnamon co* on the counter.
And her right horn was broken off."
But little Santa knew that his father
was not serious, and that everything was
really going very well indeed. For they
were warm and cosy in their rooms be-
hind the shop, and they had plenty of
hot soup and sausages to eat. Moreover,
every night, when the butcher and the
.candlestick-maker came over to sit with
the baker, theyfalways said that business
was good, and praised Old King Cole to
the skies.









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II
SANTA'S BROTHERS COME TO TOWN
['HEN, one day, Santa was told that he
two little brothers.
Two!" he cried.
Phis was a surprise. And sure enough,
*e in a cradle near the stove, he saw
n, a pair of squirming, purplish ob-
s, who made dreadful faces at him
n he peeped at them, and who gave


strange noises. They we
Ltures, indeed, and little
:d if they'd ever grow uj
g at all, with that start.
iut they did. -They soon
e, in a wide, toothless I
le Santa laugh uproariou:
r astonished him by walk
5


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lanta won-
to be any-

learned to
Lshion that
ly. Then
ig. Little











little
:old,
oth-

ling.
knd
i


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were, two more little squirming, purplish
things in the same old cradle.
The butcher and the candlestick-
maker came over to pay their respects.
The butcher brought a juicy chop for the
mother of the five little Claus boys, and


the candlestick-maki
pewter candleholde:
appeared very doleful
"I don't see how
he confided to his fri


r brought a lovely
But Mr. Claus

can feed so many,"
nds.




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; Cheer up, they 're all boys, and they '11
earning their own bread before you
*, 14 1 .1 11 .* I 1


iastres away so protusely.


7










III
MOTHER GOOSE COMES TO VISIT
THAT afternoon, Santa lay on the
ground, watching the clouds roll by.
There were great puffy clouds, that
made him think of the wool on Bo-
Peep's flock. There were little stringy
clouds, like the rags in Mrs. Claus's rag-
bag. There were slim silver clouds,
that swam around like fishes in the blue
ocean of the sky. And there was one
beautiful peaked cloud, that looked like
a snow-covered mountain.
Santa, on his back, watched the clouds
a long time, thinking gravely of his hard-
working father. Finally he grew sleepy,
and he had almost dozed off, when sud-
denly, over the top of the beautiful
8







MOTHER GOOSE COMES TO VISIT
peaked cloud, he saw a black speck
appear.
"It must be a bird," said Santa to
himself.
The speck came nearer and grew
larger and blacker; and then, all at
once, Santa jumped to his feet, and
began waving frantically. For the speck
was a great deal more than a bird. It
was Santa's grandmother, old Mother
Goose, coming to visit them on her
highflying gander.
In just a minute, there she was on the
ground beside him, twinkling eyes, sharp
nose, pointed hat, and all. At the sight
of her, all the children came running;
and as for Santa, well, he just jumped
up and down with excitement and joy.
Mother Goose smiled at them all, gave
Santa a good grandmotherly hug, took
9







^I o THE BOY IN
^ off her glasses an,
some strawberry
pockets, and then
For, of course, M(
interested in her
and her new granm
the village children
Everything seen
Mother Goose got
"It's nice to hr
she told the me
Look at the Old
a Shoe. She has
does n't know w.
would n't know w
have them, beca
And it's a good
that he has brother
he would have be
Mistress Mary, an


wiped them, shook
llypops out of her
Wished into the house.
ier Goose was more
ughter, Mrs. Claus,
ins, than she was in

I mnrpe chpPerfil after


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THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
he could almost hear the silver bells ring
in the garden. And when the sun shone,
the cockle-shells glistened as brightly as
they did on the seashore where they came
frpm.
At supper, around the hearthstone, the
family gossiped comfortably of this and
that.
,"Simple Simon says he met you going
to the fair," said Mother Goose to Mr.
Claus, helping herself to another jelly
bun.
i"Yes, I took some pies to the fair," re-
plied Mr. Claus, "and Simon asked me to
let him taste my ware. But the fellow
did n't have a penny, so I could n't give
him any, of course."
Mr. Claus took another bowlful of
soup from the pot on the hearth.
("Well, Simon is a real simpleton,"
I2






MOTHER GOOSE COMES TO VISIT
said Mother Goose, "but he's a harmless
fellow. My goodness, Santa child, no
wonder you're a roly-poly puddin' and
pie That's the third helping of por-
ridge you've had. He needs a new suit,
Nellie." (Nellie was Mrs. Claus's first
name.)
"Yes, he does," replied Mrs. Claus.
"But I've been so busy making clothes
for the other children, I have n't had
time for Santa."
"Well, the little fellows look real
well in their apple-green trousers and
canary-colored coats; but I 'm not sure,
Nellie, that those suits are as practical as
Santa's red ones."
There she was again, just as sensible a
grandmother as anybody ever had.









IV
SANTA HAS A SECRET ALL BY HIMSELF
LITTLE Santa really did stop giving
away all his father's pastries. For now
that he had four little brothers, he found
that he was very busy helping his mother
to care for them. And since they were
always wanting something, he did n't miss
the fun of giving, after all.
If you had four little brothers, you
would know just how much there was
for Santa to do. He used to feed the
first batch of twins (Mr. Claus always
spoke of them as "batches," just as if
they were cookies). He helped them
into their apple-green trousers, and
played bear with them in the backyard.
He held the second batch, one on each
knee, while they drank milk from pew-







SANTA HAS A SECRET BY HIMSELF
ter mugs, and crunched crackers between
their new little teeth
But although the little Claus babies
were warm and well fed and rosy, they
didn't have any toys to play with, like
a good many other children in Pudding
Lane. And little Santa, who was now
seven years old, going on eight, used to
worry a great deal about that. For he
could see how much fun the other chil-
dren had with their hobbyhorses and
kites and blocks.
Then it was that Santa had a wonderful
idea. It was really the most wonderful
idea a little boy evei had. It was a
great secret, too, and he did n't tell any-
body, not even his mother. But his
mother knew that he had a secret, for
he would go to the woodshed and stay
there sometimes all afternoon, and she







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


could hear the sound of hammering and
sawing. And one day, when Santa came
in to supper after a long afternoon in
the woodshed, his father sniffed the air
and said:-
"I smell red paint."
Little Santa gave a jump and asked:-
," How can you tell it's red by smell-
ing it?"
'"Oh," said Mr. Claus, "can't I tell
white icing from chocolate, when I smell
it? Then why can't I tell red paint from
yellow with the same nose?"
Santa pondered this deeply. He really
did n't see where his father was wrong,
and yet he could n't tell the color of
paint from its smell, no matter how hard
he sniffed. He kept on wondering about
it until he went to bed, when he found
that red paint came off on his washcloth
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SANTA HAS A SECRET BY HIMSELF
from his left cheek. Then he knew
that his father had been teasing him,
and he chuckled aloud at the joke.
But still little Santa did not tell where
the red paint came from, and nobody
asked any questions. He kept on going
out to the woodshed every day, and all
the time his secret kept getting more
wonderful. Santa even dreamed about
it at night; and in the morning, when
he jumped out of bed, it was the first
thing he thought of.











V
SANTA ALMOST TELLS THE WONDERFUL
SECRET
IT was getting pretty cold these days.
Mother Claus had dived deep into the wal-
nut chest and brought out all the family
woolens. Father Claus had stuffed
the wood-box full of hickory logs.
Almost every night Jack Frost came
while the family were all asleep, and,
with a silver needle, he embroidered the
cottage windows, left shining roses pat-
terned there, lacy spiderwebs, and a
thousand stars or two. Santa used to
try to catch Jack Frost at his work, but
he never, never could.
It was cold in the woodshed, too; but
Santa kept going there; and every night,







THE WONDERFUL SECRET


when he came back for supper, his cheeks
were redder than ever, and his fat little
hands looked like purple plums.
"It'll be the Holy Day next week,"
observed his mother one night at table.
"We must get a new candlestick from
the candlestick-maker, and a fine goose
from the butcher, and we will all sing
carols the night before, in honor of the
Holy Child's birthday."
When Mrs. Claus mentioned the Holy
Child's birthday, little Santa almost
wriggled out of his chair, and he honestly
thought for a moment that his wonder-
ful secret was going to burst right out
from his lips. So he buttoned them
together more tightly than ever, until
his jaws fairly ached with the effort.
Mrs. Claus noticed his ill-concealed
excitement.







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


"My goodness, Santa, what are you
wriggling all over your chair about?
Sit up straight there, like a good boy.
It's only a baby that may squirm like
that."







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


keep Jack jumping that way all the time.
However, the Clauses liked the candle-
stick-maker very much, and he liked
them.
When Mrs. Claus went into the shop,
the candlestick-maker jumped up from
his work-bench, smoothed out his dirty
leather apron, and smiled his best smile.
He didn't have a tooth in his head, poor
man, so his smile was rather queer until
you got used to it.
Mrs. Claus looked over the new
stock of candlesticks, pewter and brass
and copper. And they were all so beau-
tiful, the poor lady could not, for the
life of her, decide which one she wanted.
For the pewter one had a handle as del-
icately turned as a bracelet. The brass
one had been polished until it glittered
like a sunbeam in the candlestick-mak-
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MRS. CLAUS GETS READY
her's old, dark shop. And the copper one
was tall and red like a tiger lily.
Well, Mrs. Claus just stood and looked
at them all, until her eyes ached. Fi-
nally, she gave it up.
"Tell me, neighbor, which one I shall
choose," she besought the candlestick-
maker.
The old man smiled, and laid the
copper holder in her hand.
Then Mrs. Claus declared that it was
the very one she had wanted all the
time.
"Then why did n't you pick it out
yourself?" asked the curious Santa.
The old candlestick-maker cackled
and showed his toothless gums.
"The little fellow don't know women,
do he?" he asked Mrs. Claus.
Mrs. Claus laughed, too; and just then,
23







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE

Jack, the candlestick-maker's nephew,
came in.
The candlestick-maker turned a sharp
face to his nephew.
,"Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick-"
he began. But Mrs. Claus did not care
to stay for the exhibition, and hastily
left the shop.
They next went to the butcher's, on
the other side of their own house.
c Ho, ho, ho!" said the butcher, when
he saw them coming, "here's company.
Sorry I can't offer you a pipe, Mrs.
Claus, but something tells me you
would n't accept it if I did, ho, ho, ho!"
The butcher was, you see, a very genial
person. His jokes were not always good
jokes, to be sure. But as Mrs. Claus
said, a jokester can't always turn out a
funny joke, any more than a baker can,
24


















e. And Mrs. Claus always said that
had the best meat in the kingdom.
ow Mrs. Claus knew this was some-
ing of a mystery, for she had never
en outside the town, and there was no
her butcher in Pudding Lane. Still,
rs. Claus always said this, and nobody
iestioned her word. And by-and-by,
erybody in Pudding Lane began to
T that this butcher had the best meat
the kingdom, though not one of them
d ever tasted any other meat.
25







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To-day Mrs. Claus bought a hand-
ful of tripe, and then she asked the
butcher: '"What about your Holy-Day


lOWl r
"Finest in the kinj
replied the butcher,
together.
At last Santa undei
had learned that this
in the kingdom becat
so himself I And, of c
So Mrs. Claus ord
for the Holy Day, an
"Gray geese are gc
she told the little boy
" dirty in bed pillows."
When they got
declared that they m,
business immediately
26

8


;dom, Mrs. Claus,"
rubbing his hands

stood. His mother
meat was the best
se the butcher said
)urse, he knew.
ered a gray goose
d they departed.
>od eating, Santa,"
on the way home,
:hers don't get so

home, Mrs. Claus
ist all get down to
and learn their







NvAKS. CLAUS U
Holy-Day carols. S
kitchen spoon to be
they all got down to
carols. Father Cla
roared. Mother Cl;
loud, and got very
Santa shouted his be
prano part, now in
halfway between.
twins yelled fervent
And the babies squea
the racket. When
until they were hoa
Mother Claus laid de
"Now we're all r
Child's birthday," she
And once more,
burst with his wondi
he had kept so many

27


hSli KlA UY
o she got out a
at time with, and
business and sang
us rumbled and
Lus sang high and
red in the face.
;t, now in the so-
:he alto, and often
The first batch of
:ly on one note.
led with delight at
:hey had all sung
rse and breathless,
wn the spoon.
eady for the Holy
said.
little Santa nearly


erful secret, which
days.









VII


THE WONDERFUL SECRET COMES RJT
THE day before the Holy C. iild's
birthday, Mrs. Claus couldn't find Santa,
high or low. He was n't in the butch-
er's or the candlestick-maker's. He
was n't in the woodshed. He was n't
anywhere. Mrs. Claus got very impatient.
Here I am, cooking a goose, making
new candles, scrubbing the hearth, and
there's no Santa to help me do a
thing," she said to Mr. Claus at dinner.
,"Where in the kingdom do you suppose
the child is?"
But Mr. Claus didn't know. So Mrs.
Claus had to go on with her work with-
out any help from anybody. She cer-
tainly was very much annoyed, and was
preparing to give Santa a good scolding
28







THE SECRET COMES OUT
when he got back. He had never done
such a naughty thing before. In fact,
he had never done anything really
naughty before, and Mrs. Claus didn't
know what to make of him.
But it grew dark, and Santa did n't
come back; and then Mrs. Claus got
fearfully worried. She put on a hood
and went hurrying down Pudding Lane
to the Town Crier's.
Get out your bell, Mr. Crier," she said.
"What, is pussy in the well again?"
asked the Crier.
"Worse than that," replied Mrs.
Claus. "My oldest boy, Santa, is lost."
(" Have you looked upstairs and down-
stairs and in my lady's chamber?" asked
the Town Crier.
,"We have no upstairs and we have no
lady's chamber," answered Mrs. Claus;
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THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


"but we have searched every nook of the
downstairs, and he hasn't been home
for hours upon hours, and now it's as
black as a witch outdoors."
So the Town Crier left his supper and
took out his great bronze bell. He went up
and down Pudding Lane. He went east
to the crossroads and west to the bridge.
He went up and down Pinafore Pike and
down and up Raspberry Road. And every-
where he sang out: "Little Santa Claus
is lost! All folks turn out and hunt!"
And as the Crier went his round, Mr. and
Mrs. Claus sat beside the stove, each one
hugging a batch of twins, mourning their
lost boy, the jolly, fat, good little Santa.
"The fire in the hearth is out," said
Mrs. Claus to her husband.
"The fire in my heart is out, too,"
said Mr. Claus.







THE SECRET COMES OUT


,"We haven't lighted the Holy Child's
candle," replied Mrs. Claus. "Let us
put it in the window so our own child
may see it and come home."
So they waited, weeping and sad, the
little brothers asleep in their arms, while
the men of the neighborhood gathered
lanterns and ropes and bells, and started
out to find the lost child.
It was quiet and cold in the little
room back of the shop. No sound came
out to the waiting mother and father.
The Holy Child's candle winked and
blinked in the window. What a sad
Holy Day for the Claus family!
Then suddenly, with a bump and a
clatter, down the chimney came a red-
clad figure, with a bag on his arm and
a merry chuckle.
"Why, Santa Claus!" exclaimed his







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


mother, jumping up to hug her little
boy.
Father Claus jumped up, too, and
the four little brothers woke up and
immediately began to laugh at the sight
of their roly-poly Santa, who had a
smudge on his cheek and was dancing
and laughing as if he would split his fat
little sides.
"Santa Claus," cried Mrs. Claus again,
,"wherever have you been?"
And then came the wonderful secret.
"I have toys for my little brothers,"
cried Santa. "I kept them in a box on
the roof, so, of course, I had to come
down the chimney. Good thing I'm
fat, mother, or it would have scraped
my bones."
He laughed again and began to open
his bag. And his brothers' eyes got as big
32







THE SECRET COMES OUT


as moons at the things he tumbled out!
Here's a rocking-horse for Matthew,"
he shouted, "and a kite for little Mark.
Here's a set of blocks for Luke, and a
top that spins for John!"
Such hilarity as there was then
Matthew climbed on the wooden horse
and rocked until he was dizzy and fell
over backwards on his head. It was a
peculiar-looking horse, made of boards
and barrel-staves, with its green yarn
tail stuck 'way on the right side by
mistake. But it did rock, oh my, yes!
Little Santa had spent days balancing it
on its barrel-stave rockers.
Mark shouted with glee over his blue
paper kite. Luke built a high tower of
blocks that tumbled right over on John's
whirling top. And everybody danced and
screamed at everything that happened.
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VIII


HONORS FOR SANTA
FINALLY, when they were all out of
breath, Mother Claus brought in cinna-
mon eggnog, and Father Claus built up
the fire.
"Santa, however did you think of such
a beautiful surprise? "asked Mother Claus.
Little Santa almost fell out of his
chair with delight. But he couldn't
give his mother any satisfactory answer.
"I just did," was all that he could say.
"And how did you learn to make
those toys out of kindling wood and
left-over bits?" asked his father.
"I don't know," he answered, and
blushed with pride and pleasure at his
father's question.







HONORS FOR SANTA


"Won't the neighbors all be surprised
when they hear of this? "asked Mrs. Claus.
And then she remembered something
and gave a little cry.
"My goodness, Mr. Claus," she said
to her husband, "do you suppose the
men are still out looking for Santa? We
were so excited about the toys we forgot
to tell them he was found again."
"Great snakes!" exclaimed Mr. Claus.
("Great snakes" was his favorite expres-
sion, but if the poor man had ever seen
a great snake, I 'm sure he would have
run many miles.)
He jumped up to run and tell the
Crier, but just then all the men who
had been hunting for little Santa, came
up Pudding Lane to the door.
"We can't find him," said the leader
of the search-party. Then he looked
35







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
in through the door and saw all the
Clauses, merry as could be, around the
blazing fire, with Santa in their midst.
"What's this?" he asked frowning.
cc Did you play a hoax on us, baker?"
All the men began to growl, and for
a moment it sounded like a storm
coming up a mile away.
Mr. Claus quickly began to explain.
"It was a Holy-Day surprise," he
said. Little Santa made all these toys
for his brothers, and came down the
chimney with them. We thought he
was lost, but he was only on the roof."
I would have come sooner, only I
went to sleep," confessed Santa.
"tCome in, friends," urged Mr. Claus,
"and look at the things our Santa made.
He '11 make a first-rate apprentice,
Mr. Carpenter."
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HONORS FOR SANTA


So all the men came in, and looked
at the things Santa had made.
First-class," said the carpenter, rock-
ing the horse. He did n't seem to notice
that the green yarn tail was not in the
centre.
"This top really spins," said the
candlestick-maker, on his knees.
"I wish Jack had some blocks like
this," said Mr. Horner. It was a well-
known fact that every Holy Day Jack
sat in the corner, pulling plums out of
his pie, and telling everybody what a
smart boy he was. Which was very
tiresome, of course.
So it was that Santa found himself
much admired and complimented. Fi-
nally, however, after all the men had
drunk eggnog, wiped off their moustaches
carefully, and departed for home, Santa
37







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
went to bed. And he knew that his
wonderful secret had been a huge suc-
cess, and he resolved to make toys
for his little brothers every single Holy
Day.


38











IX
BAD NEWS FROM HAMELIN
was shortly after Holy Day that
lauses brought out the old cradle
new baby, and this time it was
!How pleased everybody was!
ly felt doleful this time, for Mr.
had learned that the soup always


3laus had wished so hard for a daughter.
The baby girl grew fast as the spring
:ame along; and by summer, when the
vinds were warm and the bushes on
Raspberry Road showed little green
znobs, she began to be fretful.
Her teeth ache," said the piper's
vife, as she held her one day.
39


Jj






THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


Her teeth ?" exclaimed Santa. How
could they ache? She has n't any!"
Santa laughed aloud at the blunder
the piper's wife had made.
"Of course, she has teeth," rejoined
the piper's wife promptly, ("only you
can't see 'em, Santa. Ha, ha, the joke's
on you."
Little Santa, feeling rather foolish,
said no more. Mrs. Claus came out of
the house with her sewing. And as
Santa sat drowsily in the sun, watching
the bees and dragon-flies and humming-
birds in their flight from flower to
flower, the two women chatted.
"And where's the baker to-day?"
asked the piper's wife. I noticed the
shop was closed."
"He's gone to the royal kitchen to
teach the Queen of Hearts how to make
40







BAD NEWS FROM HAMELIN


her favorite tarts," answered Mrs. Claus
proudly.
She was so glad the piper's wife had
asked that question. For the Clauses
had thought it a great honor for the
Queen of Hearts to send for the baker,
and Mrs. Claus did want everybody to
know of the occasion.
The piper's wife had a piece of news
from Hamelin.
"They say there's a plague of rats
over there," she said.
"My goodness!" said Mrs. Claus.
"Are they very bad?"
"Very bad," replied the piper's wife.
"They get in the porridge, and climb
in the beds, and swarm the streets."
"Dear me!" said Mrs. Claus. "That
is terrible."
"Yes," went on the piper's wife, "but
41







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
there's a piper,-my husband knows
him,-who has agreed to pipe them all
away for a certain sum of money."
:'Well, that's a blessing," said Mrs.
Claus. "Think of having rats in your
babies' beds."
She shivered, and though the day was
very warm, little Santa shivered, too, at
the very thought of rats in his bed.











SEVERAL THINGS HAPPEN
MRS. CLAUS was going to have a party.
She wrote her invitations with great
pains: "Mrs. Claus humbly craves the
honor of your presence-" And in the
lower left-hand corner, she added: "Q.
E. D."
"What does it mean?" asked the
baker.
"I don't know, rightly," replied his
wife; but they always put it at the bot-
tom of invitations."
"Well, it ought to have a 'U' in it,"
criticized the baker. "'Q' is always
followed by 'U.' "
"It does hardly seem right," admitted
Mrs. Claus; but she sent the invitations
that way just the same.
43







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


All the grown-ups on Pudding Lane
were invited, and everyone accepted.
Mrs. Claus then began to plan her re-
freshments. It was a hard problem, for
there were Mr. and Mrs. Spratt, who
were so queer about meat, and there
was Miss Muffet, who was on a diet of
curds and whey. Finally, Mrs. Claus
decided to have everything she could
think of, and then everybody would be
pleased.
The day was set for Wednesday, the
hour was ten minutes after three, and
now, on Tuesday, there was a great
cleaning and scrubbing and cooking go-
ing on in the little cottage. Santa was
a great help. He went up the hill for
water, and never stumbled once, though
it was the same hill where Jack and Jill
had had their frightful accident. He
44







SEVERAL THINGS HAPPEN
scoured the copper candlestick, which
was tall and red, like a tiger lily. He
took care of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and
John, and his little sister.
In the midst of everything, the butcher
came running back into the house, fol-
lowed by the baker and the candlestick-
maker.
"Whatever is the matter?" asked Mrs.
Claus. "I don't fancy having three
men at their ease in my kitchen whilst
I work at a thousand and one things."
Fetch all the children," commanded
the baker. ,"Fetch Santa and the first
batch of twins and the second batch of
twins; fetch the little one, and take them
all to your breast and hold them there!"
Mrs. Claus stared at her husband.
Has the good man lost his wits, neigh-
bor?" she asked the candlestick-maker.
45







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


"Do as he says, Mrs. Claus," replied
the candlestick-maker; "and be nimble,
be quick!"
Mrs. Claus turned to the butcher.
,"Are they stark mad, butcher?" she
asked. ("Tell me, quick, has the sum-
mer heat curdled their brains and ad-
dled their minds completely?"
The butcher began to speak.
"First collect your children-"
But Mrs. Claus, poor woman, began
to cry, and then they hastened to ex-
plain.
It's that piper at Hamelin," said the
baker. "He piped away the rats; but
the mayor would n't pay, so he's piped
away the children into a big, deep pit.
And now the Town Crier says he's on
his way here-"
Mrs. Claus screamed and ran into the
46







SEVERAL THINGS HAPPEN


yard. In two minutes she had all her
children herded into the kitchen. And
in another two minutes, she had them
all in bed, with cotton stuffed in their
ears.
"There," she said, "it's precious little
piping you'll hear now."
Then she went about her work.
But the children were not so well
pleased, and all but Santa, who knew
the danger that threatened them, set up
a lusty howl. They cried so hard, that
finally Mrs. Claus got some cotton and
put it in her own ears.
"There," said she, "let them cry. I
can do my work in peace."










XI
THE DAY OF THE PARTY
THE next morning, the Town Crier
gave out the news that the Pied Piper
of Hamelin had headed the other way.
So all the Claus children jumped out of
bed, pulled the cotton out of their ears,
and rejoiced loudly at their freedom.
But this was the Day of the Party, and
bustling preparations were soon on foot
again.
"Why is the party called for ten min-
utes after three?" asked Mr. Claus at
dinner-time. They were all stuffing
their food down hurriedly, in order to
get the table cleared before the com-
pany should come.
"Well, a body has to set some time
48







THE DAY OF TH
or other," answered Mi
ten minutes after three s
to me."
Mr. Claus did not i
and neither did Santa,
was well content with tl
Oh, such a scramble
all the Clauses dressed
First Mr. Claus had t
baker's apron and cap,
that he scarcely dared
Santa had to scrub his
red suit, and shine his (
hurt his eyes with their
After that, the first
were washed and put ir
green trousers and canar
the next batch were v
into their funny little
shirts of orange and blut
49


brush his
until they

of twins
eir apple-
ired coats;
and put
mers and







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
Good gracious, it was nearly ten min-
tes after three!
Th, 1bb wa xro hlrri;-d ;ntf hpr white


dress, and at last Mrs. Claus appeared,
with her hair curled, her feet in new
slippers, and, instead of her old brown


apron, she wore a
green muslin.
She smiled at Santa
not last longer than
confessed that her new
horribly.
"Whatever made
small?" asked Mr. CL
and nervous, poor ma
come easy to him.
"It was the only pC
shop," said Mrs. Cl
could I do?"
Then she hobbled t
50


but her smile did
a second, for she
slippers did pinch

you get 'em so
us. He was fussy
i. Parties did n't

ir they had in the
ius. "What else

o the door on her


u





51


THE DAY OF THE PARTY

poor pinched feet, and looked down
Pudding Lane.
"Mercy on us, here they come!" she
cried, lining up the family in a nice
straight row.










XII
THE PARTY
SURE enough, down Pudding Lane
they came, in their best bibs and tuckers:
old Mother Hubbard, Mr. and Mrs.
Spratt, Miss Muffet and her mother,
Tommy Tucker's parents, the piper and
his wife, Dr. Foster, old Toby Sizer, and
all the rest. It was, indeed, a most
imposing procession.
Mrs. Claus shook hands with every-
body, hoped they were well, and offered
them chairs. They sat in a circle, while
Mrs. Claus and Mr. Claus and Santa
hurried to pass around food. For, of
course, the food was the main thing.
There were great rolls of freshly
browned sausage. There were plates of
52






THE PARTY


steaming onions. There was a bite of
cheese for everybody. There were fruits,
and plenty of pastries from the shop.
Miss Muffet had a special bowl of curds
and whey, but her mother, bless you,
had three helpings of sausage. It had
always been said that she thought her
daughter's diet a bit silly. Mother
Hubbard was seen to slip a bit of meat
into her pocket. The old woman al-
ways did that at parties. And finally,
when all the company had eaten until
they could not hold another crumb,
there was conversation.
"I notice you limp some, Mrs. Claus.
Have you a crick in your knee?" asked
Mrs. Horner politely.
,"No," confessed Mrs. Claus with a
slight moan, I have no crick in my
knee, neighbor. But my shoes,"-she
53






THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


was ashamed to admit it but she went
on bravely, my shoes are too tight."
,"Why, Mrs. Claus," said Mrs. Horner,
reprovingly, "you ought not to wear a
tight shoe. Better throw the pair away
than ruin good feet."
Old Toby Sizer, the miser, grunted
at such extravagance; and Mrs. Spratt,
who was a very thrifty woman, spoke
up.
"Oh, I would never throw them
away, Mrs. Claus," she said. "Why
don't you save them until your little
girl grows up? They would do nicely
for her when she is a young woman."
This was considered a happy idea by
all present, and so Mrs. Claus excused
herself and went into the bedroom.
When she returned to the company, it
was in old house-slippers. It was true
54

















ers three." he said. "Are they here.


oaKerrT
Three skinny little m
under their arms, sprang
the last crumbs from the
"Yes, we are," spok
fiddler. "We'll follow
messenger."
Then, when the messe
the first fiddler spoke ag:
a grumbling tone.
"Never go anywhere
does n't send for us," he
55


n, with fiddles
forward, wiping
r sharp chins.
up the first
Immediately,

iger had gone,
in, this time in

that that man
aid.







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
Mrs. Claus murmured in a consoling
nr n A a-h < t1r-r\ o xx7lfi> crTrl-< r\


old soul, fiddler."
the first fiddler,
: only were not
uld not be such a
11, good day, all."
prang out of the
ddlers sprang out
Hlers three always
rywhere. People
:y were so used to

more sorry than
r had gone, for he
:h as they played.
:her plans for him

cow, Santa," she


But he's a merr
,,Oh, yes," replie
sighing. 4"But, if ]
quite so merry, 't w
dog's life for us. W
The first fiddler
door, and the other
after him. The fi<
jumped and leaped el
said it was because tl
jumping for the Kin
Little Santa was
anybody else that th
did love a jolly jig s.
But his mother had
anyway, it seemed.
<'It is time for tl
reminded him.
5











XIII


ITA HAS A WONDERFUL
--_ j -j -^ i __


r cow, either. So out h(
ed to hurry and get her t
company should leave.
at the other end of Pud
t to Mistress Mary's go
ta hurried there as fast
ild carry him.
l11 at once, he heard a
the whistle of a far-aw
looked high above him i
s, and he looked low into
he saw nothing but gi
wherer, no sign of any b
'he whistling came louder
57


)VENTURE
the party,
neglect the
went, re-
Lck before
he pasture
ing Lane,
den; and
.- -- I-


1-111 L 11UlSC;
y redbird.
to all the
:he bushes,
:en leaves
-d.
nd louder,


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THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


and then, as Santa got closer to the
pasture, he saw Mistress Mary hurrying
out of her garden. She ran up Rasp-
berry Road, and when Santa looked to
see why she was running so fast, he saw
all the village children running, too.
And in front of them was a dancing
man in brown, piping the most won-
derful tune that was ever piped in the
world.
It was the Pied Piper of Hamelin!-
the wicked man who piped children
into a pit and left them there to die
Little Santa was stiff with horror as
he saw the dancing, piping man and
remembered his rascally deeds. He was
so frightened that he just stood still for
a moment, and did n't know what to do.
Then, as the music went on, he sud-
denly wanted to follow it, too. But he







SANTA'S WONDERFUL ADVENTURE
remembered his mother's remedy, and
quickly tearing some of the white cotton
trimming from his red suit, he stuffed
it in his ears.
But he kept thinking: "I must save
the children of Pudding Lane from the
Pied Piper."
So he ran, as hard as his fat legs
would go, to catch up with the proces-
sion of children that was trooping away
on Raspberry Road. Mistress Mary was
at the tail end of the procession. She
had been so contrary that she would
not follow at first. Santa begged her
to come back home.
("You'll be shut up in a big black
pit, Mistress Mary," he told her.
But, as usual, she would listen to no
one.
Santa then ran a little harder, and
59







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


caught up with the rest of the children,
Tommy Tucker, Little Boy Blue, John-
ny Stout, Bo-Peep, Jack Horner, Bob
Snooks, Jack and Jill, and all the chil-
dren of the Old Woman Who Lived in
a Shoe.
t"Come home," he begged them, "or
the Pied Piper will take you to a big
black cave, as he did the children of
Hamelin."
But the children would not listen,
but kept dancing along behind the
piper, never knowing the horrible fate
that was in store for them.
"cCome back to Pudding Lane," en-
treated Santa again. c"You will all be
shut up in the pit and never see your
mothers any more."
But the children would not heed him,
and kept following the dancing man in
60







SANTA'S WONDERFUL ADVENTURE
brown, who piped such a wonderful
tune.
Santa was desperate. What could he
do? The children would not listen to
his warnings. They would soon be in
the Pied Piper's big black pit, and all
the mothers in Pudding Lane would
cry their eyes out.
Santa wrung his fat hands in despair.










XIV


SANTA HAS ANOTHER MARVELOUS IDEA
AND just then he had an idea. He
shouted to the children again.
"Come home to Pudding Lane, and
I will make every one of you a toy for
next Holy Day!"
The children turned their backs like
a flash on the dancing piper.
"You really will, Santa?" asked Bo-
Peep?
"I will," promised Santa rashly.
"Me too, Santa?" asked Tommy
Tucker.
"Everybody," promised Santa again.
"Just come home now."
"Hurrah for Santa Claus!" shouted
Jack Horner.







SANTA'S MARVELOUS IDEA


And in a moment they were all
trooping back home, while the Pied
Piper danced alone on Raspberry Road,
never dreaming that they had forsaken
him.
When the children all marched into
Mrs. Claus's grown-up party, everybody
was most surprised, and Mrs. Claus was
really very much annoyed.
"Why in the world did you bring all
the children of the town to my grown-
up party, Santa?" she questioned him.
"And where, pray, is the cow?"
But when all the parents had been
told of what had happened that after-
noon, they praised little Santa to the
skies. They kissed him and blessed
him and called him a good boy, until he
thought he should die of embarrassment.
And Mrs. Claus declared that, as a re-
63







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


ward, he should go to market with her
to buy a fat pig the very next time she
went.
At last, all the parents went home
with their children held close to their
sides, and the Claus family went to bed,
tired and content. Just before he fell
asleep, little Santa wondered how in the
world he could ever make enough toys
to go around among all the children
of Pudding Lane. But, of course, a
promise is a promise, and he had to
do it somehow.
So that was really the way the young
Santa got started on his annual custom
of making Holy-Day gifts for all the
children he knew.
And how he loved to do it! He
worked hours every day, and learned to
make the most wonderful dolls, wooden







SANTA'S MARVELOUS IDEA


animals, even rocking-horses whose tails
were not stuck 'way over on one side.
That next Holy Day was the best
Holy Day that Old King Cole's people
ever had. And ever after that, Santa
made toys for the Holy Day, and he
became the most beloved person in the
kingdom even though he was but a little
boy, the son of a poor baker.






Nyy
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XV
A GREAT PROBLEM IN THE CLAUS FAMILY
WHEN Santa was almost a man, and
had been making toys for years .and
years and years, the family gathered
around the stove one day, to decide
about Santa's future.
ccHe will be a baker and help me in
the store," said Father Claus, who was
longing for a good rest, anyway.
"t He will be a carpenter," said Mother
Claus. 4"He's too handy with his tools
to be a baker, Mr. Claus."
c"He will be a toy-maker," said the
children.
At that Santa's face grew bright.
("Yes, I'd like to be a toy-maker,"
he said. ",Matthew, Mark, Luke, and
John can help you in the bakeshop,






A GREAT PROBLEM


father. Only,-" the boy stopped a
moment,--" only, I should n't want to
sell toys, you know."
"You should n't want to sell toysl" p
repeated Mrs. Claus. "Why, Santa
Claus, whatever do you mean? Of
course, you want to sell toys. No such
toys were ever seen in the kingdom, and
you will take in silver and gold by the
bagful if you make them as a trade."
But young Santa was not pleased.
"I couldn't sell them, after giving
them away all these years," he said.
At that Mrs. Claus lost her patience.
i"And who, pray, is to pay for your
lodging the rest of your life? Your
poor father, who has worked so hard?
Your younger brothers? Shame, Santa!"
Poor young Santa Claus was very
sorrowful.






THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


"No, mother, no one is to pay for
my lodging. But I must make toys to
give away, I really must. I could never
make them to sell."
The matter was left undecided, and
everybody was very much worried. For
here was Santa almost grown up, and
there seemed to be no work for him to
do. Santa himself was especially down-
cast, for he could not see, for the life of
him, how he could ever make toys to
give away and yet earn his lodging at
the same time. And yet he felt inside
himself that it would really be wrong
for him to take money for his wonder-
ful toys. And so it was a perplexing
problem.
Then one day, without any warning,
Mother Goose swished down into their
midst, with a great flourish of skirts,
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A GRRAT PRORT.


7rom the clouds on her trusty


here was great rejoicing, for the
ly old lady was much loved by her n
ily, and her visits were far too few.
gave them all a hug, and when she
to Santa, she gave him an extra
eeze or so, for of all the children he
her favorite.
My goodness, Santa," she laughed.
can't reach round you, you're so
99
lure enough, her arms went only half-
Sround. For the fat little boy of


rs ago had become a
lied fellow, with broad sh
.e girth, the jolliest-lool
p you ever saw.
Chen Mother Goose, whos
sharp as needles, noticed
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boulders and
ing young

e eyes were
that there







THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


was a touch of sadness about the young
man's face.
"Come, now, what's the matter?"
she asked.
Santa did not answer; and as Mother
Goose looked around the family, she
saw that they all were distressed about
something.
"Come, tell me immediately," she
commanded.
So they told her what was troubling
them. And after they had finished,
Mother Goose sat silently thinking,
thinking, thinking, for seven minutes.
What could be done about her dear
Santa and his strange desire to make toys
and give them away to children the rest
of his life?
At the end of the seven minutes, she
looked up, and the whole family drew a
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A GREAT PROBLEM


breath of relief; for whenever Mother
Goose put her mind on a difficulty, she
always solved it.
"I have it," she announced. "Santa
shall make toys for the children's Holy
Day the rest of his life, and I myself will
get Old King Cole to set him up in the
business. Old King Cole has money-
bags full of gold. It's time he did
something handsome with it."
With that, Mother Goose got up from
her chair, hopped on the gander, and in
a moment was out of sight, almost be-
fore the family could catch their breath.
She had gone to see Old King Cole.











XVI
OLD KING COLE GIVES HIS ANSWER
THE family waited and waited for
Mother Goose to return, fearful that she
might fail in her errand, hopeful that she
might succeed. They trembled as they
waited; they hardly dared move; nobody
spoke. Santa himself felt that he should
die if Mother Goose came back without
the King's promise.
It seemed as if they had waited for-
ever, when a flash of petticoats was seen
through the window, and in three sec-
onds Mother Goose was with them again.
Her face was triumphant.
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"It seems, Mr. Clau


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, that the King


feels very much indebted to you for
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t


ing the Queen to make tarts. She
always been such a restless woman.
well, Santa, there you are.
do you think of your old grand-
er?"
e old lady laughed in delight at
)od work she had done. Then she
nbered something.
'h, I forgot to say that there is one
tion. The King says every child
be asleep on the night before Holy


their toys forever. But I guess they'll
go to sleep, all right, if they want our
Santa to make toys for them!"
The old lady laughed again, and then
remembered something else.
"Oh, yes, here's the rest of it. You
are to live, Santa Claus, in the great
North Country, where the King has a
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THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE
big house and workshop, reindeer and
sleighs galore."
At this, Santa's eyes nearly popped
out of his head, and the rest of the
family just gasped. Mrs. Claus found
her tongue first, as usual.
"In the North Country!" she ex-


claimed. "Why,
ever will he get th
"Oh, he '11 get tl
Mother Goose. <(
see to that."
Such excitement
ding Lane when
young Santa Clau
the toy-making b
How everybody g:
that he was to go 1
Country, to live ir
ride behind reinde


Mother Goose, how-
ere?"
ere, all right," replied
Old King Cole will

as there was in Pud-
it was learned that
was to be set up in
isiness by the King!
ped when it was told
ar away to the North
a big, big house, and
er galore.
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OLD KING COLE GIVES HIS ANSWER
The news flew from house to house
like wildfire, until finally everyone but
the Town Crier knew all about it.
The Town Crier was so busy calling
out the price of butter that he did n't
hear the story until his wife told him
that evening. Then he hurried forth to
ring the bell and cry the news. No-
body stopped him, for the Town Crier
was getting a bit old and slow, and
they were quite used to his calling out
news that really was n't news at all.
Everybody who lived in Pudding
Lane came to see the Clauses, to ask
questions, offer assistance, bring pres-
ents. Everybody loved Santa, you see;
and besides, the Clauses were Somebody,
now that the King had taken them up.
It was all very pleasant and exciting,
and everybody said that Santa was a







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very fortunate young man, and that Old
King Cole was a merry old soul, was he.
Everybody was glad, it seemed, but
the piper's wife, and she was jealous.
For Tom, the piper's son, who ran
away after he stole a pig, was the only
person in Pudding Lane who had ever
traveled any, and the piper's wife had
taken on a good many airs about it for
a long time. Now that Santa was going
so far away, for such a noble career, she
was very jealous. She found it hard
to be even polite to the lucky Claus
family.









XVII


SANTA GOES A-COURTING
FoR days the Claus family worked
hard to get Santa ready for his long
journey to the North Country, where
he was to live the rest of his life. Mrs.
Claus made twelve red suits, each one
a bit larger than the former one; for it
was supposed that Santa would get just
a little stouter each year. Mr. Claus
baked many plum puddings and fruit
cakes. The butcher brought over a
ham. Mrs. Claus packed a boxful of
flannels and goose oil and camphor,
against the freezing cold of the North.
And though they were all busy, they
were just a little sad, too, to think of
losing Santa. And Santa himself was
depressed at the thought of going away
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so far. He knew he should be lonely,
even in the midst of his beloved toy-
making.
One day he was thinking of this, as
he watched Mother Claus pack flannels
into a box. All at once his mother
looked up, and as if she had been
reading his mind, spoke.
"Santa, it is not right for you to go
to the North Country alone," she said.
"I shall be lonely," answered the
young Santa.
Then you must take a wife with
you," said his mother decisively.
Young Santa stared.
"A wife," he said in amazement.
"A wife," repeated his mother. "Of
course, you must have a wife. What-
ever have we been thinking of not to
get you a wife?"







SANTA GOES A-COURTING


Being a woman of action, Mrs. Claus
left her packing, went into the bake-
shop, and told Mr. Claus of her de-
cision.
Mr. Claus agreed that Santa must
have a wife. And so it was decided,
though young Santa had not the faintest
notion how to get a wife.
"How do you get a wife?" he asked
his father. It was really a very terri-
fying thought.
"You go out and court her," replied
his father. "You take her sweets and
posies. You make yourself agreeable
to her and her family. You then get
on your knees and say, 'Curly-locks,
Curly-locks, will you be mine?' And
if she's anything of a woman, she says
she will. And that's all there is to
it."







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"But if her hair is n't curly?" objected
Santa.
i"All the better: she will be immensely
flattered," answered Mr. Claus.
It sounded easy enough. But the
next question was: who should the wife
be?
("Jill is a nice girl," suggested Mr.
Claus.
"Too clumsy," said Mother Claus.
,"Always falling and sprawling around."
"Would Bo-Peep do?" asked Father
Claus.
"Bo-Peep might do," answered his
wife. "And yet she's always off some-
where hunting sheep. No, I hardly
think she'd make a good practical
wife."
Then Mrs. Claus herself thought of
Bessie, the candlestick-maker's niece,
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SANTA GOES A-COURTING


who had just come to Pudding Lane.
And Santa knew immediately that she
was the very one.
Bessie was a lovely girl, with hair like
streaming sun, and the most gleeful
laugh in the whole world; and Santa
had been admiring her as quite the
nicest girl he knew. He was sure that
she would make an excellent wife, and
that, with her in the North Country, he
would never be lonely.
So that evening, he went a-courting.
He took posies and sweets, he made
himself very agreeable, and he said:
"Curly-locks, Curly-locks, will you be
mine?"
He did not get on his knees, being a
bit stout for that, but he made a deep
bow, for his mother said that would do
very well for a fat fellow.







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Bessie said she would be happy to be-
come Mrs. Santa Claus. Santa rushed
home to tell the glorious news.
"Bless us all!" said Mrs. Claus.
"Great snakes!" said Mr. Claus.
Then they all went to bed.










XVIII
THE WEDDING AND THE WEDDING
JOURNEY
THE wedding was held in the bake-
shop, at noon on the following Monday.
Pudding Lane had never seen such a
grand occasion.
Everybody was there, even the King
and Queen. The fiddlers three played
the music. Mistress Mary supplied the
flowers from her garden. There was a
great feast of tarts, which the Queen of
Hearts made with her own royal hands.
Everybody had on new clothes. Santa's
sister, now a big girl, wore the kid slip-
pers that had pinched her mother's feet
at that other party so long ago.
Only Mrs. Solomon Grundy was not
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THE BOY IN PUDDING LANE


in holiday mood. She, poor woman,
kept referring to her own unfortunate
marriage. But then everybody was
used to Mrs. Grundy, so nobody really
listened to her as she mumbled: "Mar-
ried on Wednesday, ill on Thursday,"
and so on.
And after all the celebration and
feasting, the Happy Couple, as the
Town Crier called them, rode off in a
golden chariot, lent by the King.
Mother Claus cried a few tears; Father
Claus sniffled a bit; the candlestick-
maker went back to his bench, croaking
and shaking his head.
But, in the golden chariot, Mr. and
Mrs. Santa Claus were as happy as birds.
They rode along Raspberry Road,
turned at Pinafore Pike, went through
Hamelin and Banbury Cross, and fi-
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THE WEDDING JOURNEY
nally they came to the edge of the North
Country, where it was beginning to be
cold. Into the North Woods went the
golden chariot, and every hour it grew
colder and colder.
At last they came to open country,
where deep, thick snow lay on the
ground. There they were met by a
sleigh and eight reindeer, whose bells
jingled a noisy, sweet welcome to them.
Into the sleigh they jumped, and then
they were off, slipping across the snow
like a flash of light, until they came to
the great house where they were to live.
What a wonderful house it was-a
great, wide, low building, furnished with
log furniture, and bear skins, and with a
fire blazing in every room. Mrs. Santa
Claus cried aloud when she saw it, and
Santa himself stamped around saying,
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"Ho, ho, ho!" and rubbing his hands
with pleasure.
It was surely the best place in the
world to live, they thought. But the
next day they buckled right down to
business, for, of course, there were
heaps and heaps of toys to be made, and
Santa was most anxious to get everything
done in good time.









XIX


THE FIRST CHRISTMAS
ALL year long Mr. and Mrs. Santa
Claus worked to make toys.
Santa cut down straight pines and
spruce trees. He carved dolls and horses
and rabbits out of the wood, and Mrs.
Claus painted them until her arms aced.
He made dolls of sawdust and linen nd
Mrs. Claus dressed them in the latest doll
styles, in blue and pink silk, with lace on
the edge of their bonnets. Santa made a
roomful of rocking-horses-it seemed
that every little boy in the world wanted
a rocking-horse. And Mrs. Santa made
candy until she said she thought she'd
turn into candy. Whereupon Santa told
her she was sweet enough for that, any-
way!




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