y, owing to some cunning little germs that had come over with
the rug to see what American throats were like.

Oh, me, yes! but Roderick could see! Anybody could see! And a boy could
see better than anybody.

"Let's go see the Telephone Boy," said Roderick. This seemed the wisest
thing to do. When in doubt, all the children went to the Telephone Boy,
who was the most fascinating person, with knowledge of the most
wonderful kind and of a nature to throw that of Mrs. Scheherazade quite,
quite in the shade--which, considering how long that loquacious lady had
been a Shade, is perhaps not surprising.

The Telephone Boy knew the answers to all the conundrums in the world,
and a way out of nearly all troubles such as are likely to overtake boys
and girls. But now he had no suggestions to offer and could speak no
comfortable words.

"He can't git inter de frunt, an' he can't git inter de back, an' he
can't come down no chimney in dis here house, an' I tell yer dose," he
said, and shut his mouth grimly, while cold apprehension crept around
Ernest's heart and took the sweetness out of Roderick's sucker.

Nevertheless, hope springs eternal, and the boys each and individually
asked their fathers--tremendously wise and good men--if they thought
there was any hope that Santa Claus would get into the Santa Maria
flats, and each of the fathers looked up from his paper and said he'd be
blessed if he did!

And the words sunk deep and deep and drew the tears when the doors were
closed and the soft black was all about and nobody could laugh because a
boy was found crying! The girls cried too--for the awful news was
whistled up tubes and whistled down tubes, till all the twenty-six flat
children knew about it. The next day it was talked over in the brick
court, where the children used to go to shout and race. But on this day
there was neither shouting nor racing. There was, instead, a shaking of
heads, a surreptitious dropping of tears, a guessing and protesting and
lamenting. All the flat mothers congratulated themselves on the fact
that their children were becoming so quiet and orderly, and wondered
what could have come over them when they noted that they neglected to
run after the patrol wagon as it whizzed round the block.

It was decided, after a solemn talk, that every child should go to its
own fireplace and investigate. In the event of any fireplace being found
with an opening big enough to admit Santa Claus, a note could be