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Show When some people feel like exercising, ex-ercising, they lie down until, the feeling passes off. 5 "I'm afraid, dear, that you'll3 never understand the feminine mind." 'What do you mean . . . Where's he going?" "To get her coat." "Her coat . . . why?" "She's going down the street to tell the litUe girl that she's all wet Because she has just seen Santa in her front room." By DANIEL F. LINDSAY Kally O'Neil walked slowly up the front steps. Her mother watched watch-ed her from behind the curtain. Ecing five years old and having a problem had her near tears. She reached up on tip toes and opened the door. Kally, honey. Come in here a minute." Kally pushed the hood he smiled over his newspapers "What is it this time?" "She knows about Santa." "That's too bad," he pursed his lips, 'but what can we do?" "Get someone to put her toys under the tree while she watches." "Sure," he laid the paper down, "why couldn't I do it?" "She heard that you are Santa." He chuckled. "She isn't the only woman in the family thinks that." 'How about Bob Perkins?" she ignored his attempt at humor. "He's the right build." "Okay," he agreed, "I'll arrange it in the morning." "Kally," her mother shook her gently, 'Santa is downstairs." "He is?" she sat up rubbing her eyes, "HE IS?'" "Okay," she slipped out of bed and into her slippers. In the early morning light she looked like a tiny blond elf. "Put on your robe." She got it and took her mother's hand. They crept down the stairs. Mommie held her back while she made sure Santa wasn't smoking a cigar. He was placing gifts around the tree. She motioned her to look. Kally peeked around the corner with big eyes. Then her head darted dart-ed back. "Where's daddy?" she asked in a stage whisper. They heard footsteps on the stairs. Daddy crept down. Kally peeked around the corner again. Santa was just coming out with an army barracks bag over his shoulder. The three of them ran and hid behind the staircase. As soon as the front door slammed Kally was up the steps like a shot. "Hey, Sweetheart," Daddy called call-ed after her, "he left the toys in the living room." He stopped as he heard his wife's laughter. "What's the matter with her?" he glared at her suspiciously. "Don't she like the trike?" always, then when he comes I'll wake you up." "Santa was just coming out." She got up from the floor all excited. "You mean we can peek?" of her snow suit back and went into the living room. "What do. you want, Mommie?" She shook her blonde curls free. "Oh, nothing much," her mother smiled, "I just want to know why my little girl looks so sad?" "Well, Mommie," she slipped her coat off, "it's that girl down the street." "Yes, dear, what about her?" Kally could stand it no longer. She burst into tears and running over laid her head on her mother's lap. "That girl says," she sobbed, "that there isn't any Santa Claus." "Well, now," her mother leaned down and gently bit the tip of her ear, 'who'd ever believe a tale like that?" "You don't believe her?" 'Of course not," she smiled down into the worried blue eyes. "We know there's a Santa Claus." 'B-but she said Daddy was him." "Oh, pooh. Sit down there on the floor and I'll help you get your snow pants off." 'We could ask Daddy," . Kally suggested. "Yes, we could," she had an inspiration. in-spiration. Better still we can wait until tomorrow night and see for ourselves." "We can?" she sat up in surprise. sur-prise. "Sure. You go to bed just like "That's just what we'll do." "George," she turned to her husband hus-band that evening after Kally had been put to bed, 'our daughter has quite a problem." "Women always have problems," |