“Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King.”

The little ones wandered up and down the long aisles in a dream of awe and wonder.  “Hush, Tottie!” said Elsie when he broke into an eager exclamation, “don’t make a noise.  I do believe it’s something like heaven,” she said, under her breath.

They made the course of the church and came round by the door again, where the sexton stood smiling on them.

“You can find lots of pretty Christmas greens out there,” he said, pointing to the door; “perhaps your folks would like to have some.”

“Oh, thank you, sir,” exclaimed.  Elsie, rapturously.  “Oh, Tottie, only think!  Let’s gather a good lot and go home and dress our room for Christmas.  Oh, won’t mother be astonished when she comes home, we’ll make it so pretty!”

And forthwith the children began gathering into their little aprons wreaths of ground-pine, sprigs of holly, and twigs of crimson bitter-sweet.  The sexton, seeing their zeal, brought out to them a little cross, fancifully made of red alder-berries and pine.

Then he said, “A lady took that down to put up a bigger one, and she gave it to me; you may have it if you want it.”

“Oh, how beautiful,” said Elsie.  “How glad I am to have this for mother!  When she comes back she won’t know our room; it will be as fine as the church.”

Soon the little gleaners were toddling off out of the yard—­moving masses of green with all that their aprons and their little hands could carry.

The sexton looked after them.  “Take heed that ye despise not these little ones,” he said to himself, “for in heaven their angels—­”

A ray of tenderness fell on the old man’s head; it was from the Shining One who watched the children.  He thought it was an afternoon sunbeam.  His heart grew gentle and peaceful, and his thoughts went far back to a distant green grove where his own little one was sleeping.  “Seems to me I’ve loved all little ones ever since,” he said, thinking far back to the Christmas week when his lamb was laid to rest.  “Well, she shall not return to me, but I shall go to her.”  The smile of the Shining One made a warm glow in his heart, which followed him all the way home.

The children had a merry time dressing the room.  They stuck good big bushes of pine in each window; they put a little ruffle of ground-pine round mother’s Bible, and they fastened the beautiful red cross up over the table, and they stuck sprigs of pine or holly into every crack that could be made, by fair means or foul, to accept it, and they were immensely satisfied and delighted.  Tottie insisted on hanging up his string of many-colored beads in the window to imitate the effect of the stained glass of the great church window.

“It looks pretty when the light comes through,” he remarked; and Elsie admitted that they might play they were painted windows, with some show of propriety.  When everything had been stuck somewhere, Elsie swept the floor, and made up a fire, and put on the tea-kettle, to have everything ready to strike mother favorably on her return.