and mary came. the brother and sister were at breakfast,—the happiest which either of them had known for years,—when there came a timid pull at the front-door bell. miss angelina laid down her knife and fork and looked across the table at tom.

"she has come. mary has come," she said. "norah, if it is a little girl with a package under her arm, bring her in here."

"yes'm!" gasped norah, who believed she was living in a dream where everything was topsy-turvy. when had a child entered miss terry's dining-room!

norah disappeared and presently returned ushering in a little girl of ten, with blue eyes and yellow hair. under her arm she carried a white-paper package, very badly wrapped.

miss terry exchanged with her brother a glance which said, "i told you so!"

the child seemed bashful and afraid to speak; no wonder!

tom's kind heart yearned to her. "good morning! wish you a merry christmas, mary!" he said smiling.

the child gave a start. "why, how did you know my name?" she cried.

tom looked confused. how indeed did he know? but miss angelina, with a readiness that surprised herself, came to his rescue.

"we were talking of a little girl named mary," she said. "and you look just like her. what did you come for, dear?"

the little girl hung her head and turned crimson.

"i—i came to see angelina terry," she whispered. "i—i've got a doll that belongs to her."

there was a pause, then miss terry said, "well, go on."

"i—i found her on the steps of this house last night, and i ought to have brought her right here then. but i didn't. i took her home. i hope angelina was not very unhappy last night."

miss terry smiled upon tom, who gave a kind, low laugh.

"no," said miss terry. "angelina did not worry about her lost doll. she was thinking about something else,—the nicest christmas present that ever anybody had. but you were a good girl to bring back the doll."

"no, i'm not a good girl," said mary, and her voice trembled. "i was a wicked girl. i meant to keep miranda for myself, because i thought she would be a lovely big doll. and when i found she was old and homely, somehow i still wanted to keep her. but it was stealing, and i couldn't. please, will you give her to angelina, and tell her i am so sorry?" she took miranda out of the wrapping and held her toward miss terry without looking at the doll. it was as if she were afraid of being tempted once more.

miss terry did not take the doll.

"i am angelina," she said. "the doll was mine."

"you! angelina!" the child's face was full of bewilderment. mechanically she drew miranda to her and clasped her close.

"yes, i am angelina, and that was my doll miranda," said miss terry gently. "thank you for returning her. but mary,—your name is mary?" the child nodded.—"suppose i wanted you to keep her for me, what would you say?"

mary's eyes still dwelt upon miss terry with a puzzled look. this gray-haired angelina was so different from the one she had pictured. she did not answer the question. miss terry drew the child to a chair beside her.

"tell me all about yourself, mary," she said.

after some coaxing and prompting from what they already guessed, mary told the story of her sad little life.

she was an orphan recently left to the care of her uncle and aunt, who had received her grudgingly. they were her sole relatives; and the shame of their degraded lives was plain through the outlines of the vague picture which mary sketched of them.

"you do not love them, mary?" asked miss terry kindly.

"no," answered the child. "they always speak crossly to me. when they have been drinking they beat me."

tom rose from the table with a muttered word and began to pace the floor. his blue eyes were full of tears.

"mary," said miss terry, "will the people at home be worried if you do not come back to dinner?"

mary shook her head wonderingly. "no," she said. "they will not care. i am often away on holidays. i go to the museums."

"then i want you to stay with us to-day," said miss terry. "we are going to have a christmas celebration, and we need you for a guest. will you stay, you and miranda?"

mary looked down at the doll in her arms, and up at the two kind faces bent toward her. "yes," she said impulsively, "i will stay. how good you are! i don't want to go home."

"don't go home!" burst out tom. "stay with us always and be our little girl."

mary looked from one to the other, half frightened at the new idea. miss terry bent and pecked at her cheek, with a thrill at the new sensation.

"yes, we mean it," she said, and her voice was almost sweet. "we believe that the christmas angel has brought you to us, mary. you have the christmas name. but you seem to us like the little girl we both knew best, little angelina with blue eyes and yellow hair, who was miranda's mother. will you stay with us, mary angelina? would you like to stay?"

mary looked up with a wistful smile. "you are so good!" she said again. "i wish i could stay. but uncle and aunt are so—i am afraid of what they might do to us all. if they thought you wanted me, they would not let me go."

"i will fix uncle and aunt," said tom, going for his coat. "leave them to me. i know an argument that settles uncles and aunts of that sort. you need not go back to their house, i promise you, mary, my dear."

mary gave a great sigh of relief. "oh, i am so glad!" she said. "it was such a wicked house. and here it is so good!"

"good!" miss terry echoed the word with a sigh. "come with me, mary," she said.

she led her little guest through the hall to the library, where a great fire was blazing, with sundry mysterious packages in white paper piled on the table beside it. but miss terry did not stop at the fire-place. she drew mary to the window which looked out on the sidewalk. above the lower sash mary saw the remains of a burned-out christmas candle; and over it hung a pink papier-mâché angel stretching out open arms towards her.

"this is the christmas angel, mary," said miss terry. "he is as old as miranda—"

"he is as old as christmas," interrupted tom, looking in from the hall.

"when we were children, tom and i, we hung him on our christmas tree," went on miss terry. "we think he brought you to us. we believe he has changed the world for us,—has brought us peace, good-will, and happiness. he is going to be the guardian angel of our house. you must love him, mary."

"how beautiful he is!" said mary reverently. "his face shines like the baby's that i saw once in the church. oh, miss angelina! he is like the christ-child himself!"

"call me aunt angelina," said miss terry with a quick breath.

"aunt angelina," cried the child, throwing her arms about miss terry's neck.

tom came and put his great furry coat-sleeves about them both. "and uncle tom," he said.

"dear uncle tom!" whispered the child shyly.

there were tears in the eyes of all three.

"now we shall live happy ever after," said tom.

and the christmas angel beamed upon them.