We'll have to have it then." The children were dancing with glee as the mother came in and learned what had been going on.

"You mustn't bother the gentleman," she admonished, but Dorian pleaded for the pleasure of doing something for them.

The mother explained that because of unforeseen difficulties the children were doomed to disappointment this holiday season, and they would have to be satisfied with what scanty preparation could be made.
"I think I can help," suggested the young man, patting the littlest confiding fellow on the head.

"We cannot go on until tomorrow, I understand, and I should very much like to be useful." The big pleading eyes of the children won the day.

They moved into the kitchen.