Saint Nicholas

…By Saint Nicholas, I believe thou wast spit out of the spouting well.…

…How his beads of eyes sparkled as the saint awoke him, and how eagerly he pecked the store of good red berries, which were his Christmas present, though he had hung up no stocking, and evidently expected nothing.…

…Everybody had something, except in a few houses, over whose roofs Saint Nicholas paused a moment with a look half sad, half.…