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And of course at the very end； as Santa Claus and his revels were close upon them； while the work done had been wonderful； that which we ought to have done but which we had left undone； was simply terrible。 Here were pictures that must be brought home from the frame…man； who had never pretended he would send them； there were ferns and lycopodiums in pots which must be brought home from the greenhouse； here were presents for other homes； which must not only be finished； but must be put up in paper and sent before night； so as to appear on other trees。 Every one of these must be shown to mamma； an approved by her and praised； and every one must be shown to dear Matty； and praised and approved by her。 And yet by no accident must Matty see her own presents or dream that any child has remembered her； or mamma see HERS or think herself remembered。
And Matty has all her own little list to see to； while she keeps a heart at leisure from itself to soothe and sympathize。 She has to correct the mistakes； to repair the failures； to respect the wonder； to refresh the discouragement； of each and all the youngsters。 Her own Sunday scholars are to be provided with their presents。 The last orders are to be given for the Christmas dinners of half…a…dozen families of vassals； mostly black or of some shade of black； who never forgot their vassalage as Christmas came round。 Turkey； cranberry； apples； tea； cheese； and butter must be sent to each household of these vassals； as if every member were paralyzed except in the muscles of the jaw。 But； all the same； Matty or her mother must be in readiness all the morning and afternoon to receive the visits of all the vassals；who； so far as this form of homage went； did not seem to be paralyzed at all。
For herself； Matty took possession of the dining… room； as soon as she could clear it of the breakfast equipage； of the children and of the servants； and here； with pen and ink； with wrapping…paper and twine； with telegraph blanks and with the directory； and with Venty as her Ariel messengernot so airy and quick as Ariel； but quite as willingMatty worked her wonders； and gave her audiences； whether to vassals from without or puzzled children from within。
Venty was short for Ventidius。 But this name； given in baptism； was one which Venty seldom heard。
Matty corded up this parcel； and made Venty cord up that； wrote this note of compliment； that of inquiry； that of congratulation； and sent Venty on this； that； and another errand with them； relieved Flossy's anxieties and poor Laura's in ways which have been described； made sure that the wagon should be at the station in ample time for Beverly's arrival； and at last； at nearly one o'clock； called Aunty Chloe （who was in waiting on everybody as a superserviceable person； on the pretence that she was needed）； bade Aunty pick up the scraps； sweep the floor； and bring the room to rights。 And so； having attended to everybody beside herself； to all their wishes and hopes and fears； poor Mattyor shall I say； dear Mattyran off to her own room； to finish her own presents and make her own last preparations。
She had kept up her spirits as best she could all the morning； but； at any moment when she was alone； her spirits had fallen again。 She knew it； and she knew why。 And now she could not hold out any longer。 She and her mother； thank God； never had any secrets。 And as she ran by her mother's door she could not help tapping； to be sure if she had come home。
Yes； she had come home。 〃Come in！〃 and Matty ran in。
Her mother had not even taken off her hat or her gloves。 She had flung herself on the sofa； as if her walk had been quite too much for her； her salts and her handkerchief were in her hands； and when she saw it was Matty； as she had hoped when she spoke； she would not even pretend she had not been in tears。
In a moment Matty was on her knees on the floor by the sofa； and somehow had her left arm round about her mother's neck。
〃Dear； dear mamma！ What is it； what is the matter？〃
〃My dear； dear Matty；〃 replied her mother； just succeeding in speaking without sobs； and speaking the more easily because she stroked the girl's hair and caressed her as she spoke； 〃do not ask； do not try to know。 You will know； if you do not guess； only too soon。 And now the children will be better； and papa will get through Christmas better； if you do not know； my darling。〃
〃No； dear mamma；〃 said Matty； crossing her mother's purpose almost for the first time that she remembered； but wholly sure that she was right in doing so；〃No； dear mamma； it is not best so。 Indeed； it is not； mamma！ I feel in my bones that it is not！〃 This she said with a wretched attempt to smile； which was the more ghastly because the tears were running down from both their faces。
〃You see I have tried； mamma。 I knew all day yesterday that something was wrong； and at breakfast this morning I knew it。 And I have had to hold upwith the children and all these peoplewith the feeling that any minute the hair might break and the sword fall。 And I know I shall do better if you tell me。 You see the boys will be here before dark； and of course they will see； and what in the world shall I say to them？〃
〃What； indeed？〃 said her poor mother。 〃Terrible it is； dear child； because your father is so wretched。 I have just come from him。 He would not let me stay； and yet for the minute I was there； I saw that no one else could come in to goad him。 Dear； dear papa； he is so resolute and brave； and yet any minute I was afraid that he would break a blood…vessel and fall dead before me。 Oh； Matty； Matty； my darling； it is terrible！〃
And this time the poor woman could not control herself longer； but gave way to her sobs； and her voice fairly broke； so that she was inarticulate； as she laid her cheek against her daughter's on the sofa。
〃What is terrible？ Dear mamma； you must tell me！〃
〃I think I must tell you； Matty； my darling。 I believe if I cannot tell some one； I shall die。〃
Then Mrs。 Molyneux told the whole horror to Matty。 Here was her husband charged with the grossest plunder of the treasury； and now charged even in the House of Representatives。 It had been whispered about before； and had been hinted at in some of the lower newspapers； but now even a committee of Congress had noticed it； and had 〃given him an opportunity to clear himself。〃 There was no less a sum than forty…seven thousand dollars； in three separate payments； charged to him at the Navy Department as long ago as the second and third years of the Civil War。 At the Navy they had his receipts for it。 Not that he had been in that department then any more than he was now。 He was then chief clerk in the Bureau of Internal Improvement； as he was now Commissioner there。 But this was when the second Rio Grande expedition was fitted out； and from Mr。 Molyneux's knowledge of Spanish； and his old connection with the Santa Fe trade； this particular matter had been intrusted to him。
〃Yes； dear mamma！〃
〃Well； papa has it all down on his own cashbook； that book he carries in his breast…pocket。 There are the three payments； and then all the transfers he made to the different people。 One； was that old