The Imp's Christmas Dinner
"And that was Uncle George! I said it too; I said 'Hurrah!'"
"Perry, you must be still and go to sleep, dear!"
"Well, all right. But listen—listen here! Do you think Henderson and Wicks could have tied up all those bundles, all alone!"
"Of course not. Now lie"
"Well, that's what I said. I said they wouldn't have tied up half—not half!"
So he went to sleep to dream it all over again. And they put him in the papers, speech and all, which nearly broke his mother's heart, but which pleased him mightily. And while to him it was merely the jolliest kind of a party and a fine frolic, there are those who insist that the phenomenal success of J. W. Henderson's mammoth establishment dates from that hour, and that without the Imp's unforeseen visit in the fall of 188-, that remarkable sympathy between the heads of the firm and the employees, which is the envy of all the other New York houses, would never have been established, and the consequent zeal of every person in the great store, from the elevator-boys to the head book-keeper, would not exist to-day to make it what it is, the model house of the city.
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