Winnifred E. Lincoln
It was Christmas Eve, and Little Girl had just hung up her stocking by the fireplace - right where it would be all ready for Santa when he slipped down the chimney. She knew he was coming, because - well, because it was Christmas Eve, and because he always had come to leave gifts for her on all the other Christmas Eves that she could remember, and because she had seen his pictures everywhere down town that afternoon when she was out with Mother.
Still, she wasn't JUST satisfied. 'Way down in her heart she was a little uncertain - you see, when you have never really and truly seen a person with your very own eyes, it's hard to feel as if you exactly believed in him - even though that person always has left beautiful gifts for you every time he has come.
"Oh, he'll come," said Little Girl; "I just know he will be here before morning, but somehow I wish - "
"Well, what do you wish?" said a Tiny Voice close by her - so close that Little Girl fairly jumped when she heard it.
"Why, I wish I could SEE Santa myself. I'd just like to go and see his house and his workshop, and ride in his sleigh, and know Mrs. Santa – it would be such fun, and then I'd KNOW for sure."
"Why don't you go, then?" said Tiny Voice. "It's easy enough. Just try on these Shoes, and take this Light in your hand, and you'll find your way all right."
So Little Girl looked down on the hearth, and there were two cunning little Shoes side by side, and a little Spark of a Light close to them - just as if they were all made out of one of the glowing coals of the wood fire. Such cunning Shoes as they were - Little Girl could hardly wait to pull off her slippers and try them on.