Pattie-Cake, cradling her doll in her arms, suddenly became aware of something which saddened her, and her lips quivered. “You didn’t get nothen, Daddy,” she said. Gently Clay lifted the little girl in his arms and looked around the room at his family. “Sweetheart,” he said, “I’ve got Christmas every day of my life in you kids and your mama.” He turned to Olivia. “Did you ever see such thoroughbreds?” “I see some sleepy children,” said Olivia. “Off to bed now. You can play in the mornen.”
