He learned from them that their Christmas this year would likely be somewhat of a failure.

Daddy was sick.

There was no Christmas tree, and they doubted Santa Claus' ability to find his way up in the mountains in the storm.
This was the first winter they had been here.

Always they had been in town during the holidays, where it was easy for Santa to reach them; but now--the little girl plainly choked back the tears of disappointment.
"Why, if it's a Christmas tree you want," said Dorian, "that ought to be easy.

There are plenty up on the nearby hills." "Yes; but neither papa nor mama nor we can get them." "But I can." "Oh, will you?
Tomorrow ?" "Yes; tomorrow is Christmas Eve.