"And his brown coat all trimmed with fur, an' his funny peaked hat?An' his purple nose? W'y, course you did." The boy nodded his head.He was sure now. Yes. Faith was lost in sight. He believed.

"I expect he's in the closet now. Go look."

"No. You." He clung to D.

"I can't. I got this flat-iron in my lap, an' wouldn't spill thenut-shells all over the floor. You don't want me to, do you, Ma?"