{"product_id":"2940015735086","title":"Miss Santa Claus of the Pullman","description":"LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  Miss Santa Claus                              _Frontispiece_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e                                                         PAGE\u003cbr\u003e  \"Oh, dear Santa Claus\"                                   19\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \"Here!\" he said                                          29\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \"Oh, rabbit _dravy_!\" he cried                           57\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  He pushed aside the red plush curtain and looked in      69\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  And ran after the boy as hard as she could go            77\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  It was about the Princess Ina                            99\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  The shower of stars falling on the blanket made her\u003cbr\u003e       think of the star-flower                           121\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \"Take it back!\"                                         165\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMISS SANTA CLAUS OF\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE PULLMAN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE last half hour had seemed endless to Will'm, almost as long as the\u003cbr\u003ewhole four years of his life. With his stubby little shoes drawn up\u003cbr\u003eunder him, and his soft bobbed hair flapping over his ears every time\u003cbr\u003ethe rockers tilted forward, he sat all alone in the sitting-room behind\u003cbr\u003ethe shop, waiting and rocking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt seemed as if everybody at the Junction wanted something that\u003cbr\u003eafternoon; thread or buttons or yarn, or the home-made doughnuts which\u003cbr\u003ehelped out the slim stock of goods in the little notion store which had\u003cbr\u003eonce been the parlor. And it seemed as if Grandma Neal never would\u003cbr\u003efinish waiting on the customers and come back to tell the rest of the\u003cbr\u003estory about the Camels and the Star; for no sooner did one person go out\u003cbr\u003ethan another one came in. He knew by the tinkling of the bell over the\u003cbr\u003efront door, every time it opened or shut.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe door between the shop and sitting-room being closed, Will'm could\u003cbr\u003enot hear much that was said, but several times he caught the word\u003cbr\u003e\"Christmas,\" and once somebody said \"_Santa Claus_,\" in such a loud\u003cbr\u003ehappy-sounding voice that he slipped down from the chair and ran across\u003cbr\u003ethe room to open the door a crack. It was only lately that he had begun\u003cbr\u003eto hear much about Santa Claus. Not until Libby started to school that\u003cbr\u003efall did they know that there is such a wonderful person in the world.\u003cbr\u003eOf course they had heard his name, as they had heard Jack Frost's, and\u003cbr\u003ehad seen his picture in story-books and advertisements, but they hadn't\u003cbr\u003eknown that he is really true till the other children told Libby. Now\u003cbr\u003enearly every day she came home with something new she had learned about\u003cbr\u003ehim.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWill'm must have known always about Christmas though, for he still had a\u003cbr\u003epiece of a rubber dog which his father had sent him on his first one,\u003cbr\u003eand--a Teddy Bear on his second. And while he couldn't recall anything\u003cbr\u003eabout those first two festivals except what Libby told him, he could\u003cbr\u003eremember the last one perfectly. There had been a sled, and a\u003cbr\u003efire-engine that wound up with a key, and Grandma Neal had made him some\u003cbr\u003ecooky soldiers with red cinnamon-drop buttons on their coats.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe wasn't his own grandmother, but she had taken the place of one to\u003cbr\u003eLibby and him, all the years he had been in the world. Their father paid\u003cbr\u003etheir board, to be sure, and sent them presents and came to see them at\u003cbr\u003elong intervals when he could get away from his work, but that was so\u003cbr\u003eseldom that Will'm did not feel very well acquainted with him; not so\u003cbr\u003ewell as Libby did. She was three years older, and could even remember a\u003cbr\u003elittle bit about their mother before she went off to heaven to get well.\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Neal wasn't like a real grandmother in many ways. She was almost\u003cbr\u003etoo young, for one thing. She was always very brisk and very busy, and,\u003cbr\u003eas she frequently remarked, she meant what she said and _she would be\u003cbr\u003eminded_.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat is why Will'm turned the knob so softly that no one noticed for a\u003cbr\u003emoment that the door was ajar. A black-bearded man in a rough overcoat\u003cbr\u003ewas examining a row of dolls which dangled by their necks from a line\u003cbr\u003eabove the show case. He was saying jokingly:","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47146363814128,"sku":"2940015735086","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015735086","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}