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Pip whispered. She didn’t dare shout.
    On they ran.
    Will was limping now, but they didn’t stop.
    Not until they saw the round window snuggled in the roots at the base of the tree, lit by a single candle.
    They were home.

chapter 12
The Best Christmas Ever
    M ama!” Pip cried, throwing open the door. “Look what we have!”
    Her mother appeared in the living room door. Tears were running down her face. “And look what I have, Pip,” she said.
    Pip was wrapped in strong arms that smelled of Papa.
    “Where were you?” she said, pressing her face into his broad chest.

    “I made a foolish mistake and spent a few days in a deep well,” said Papa. He held her out to look into her eyes. “Don’t tell me you doubted me for a minute.”
    “Never,” Pip whispered.
    “Will, my boy.” Papa slapped Will on the shoulder and pulled him close. “Where on earth did you find such a feast?”
    “Pip found it,” said Will. Nibs and Nan were watching the cheese with awe. Kit licked his lips and eyed it greedily.
    “No food just yet, Kit,” Papa said. “Let’s go into the living room. These two are soaked through.”
    Papa led Pip over to the fire. Mama wrapped her and Will in blankets. Kit, Nibs, and Nan crowdedaround, as close to their father as they could squeeze.
    Mama sat next to him with Finny.
    They were all laughing and talking at the same time. Finally, Papa said, “Quiet now, all of you. It’s time for Pip to tell us her story.”
    From the safety of her father’s lap, Pip told them. No one said a word until she got to the end. “Will helped,” she said. “I couldn’t have done it without him.”
    “That was nothing,” said Will. “You wait until my leg gets better.”
    “But, Pip,” Mama said in a quiet voice, “you lost your beautiful stick.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” Pip said. “I’ll make another one. I’ll show Kit and Will how to make one, too. Ican make one for everyone, can’t I, Papa?”
    “You can do anything in the world, Pip,” he said. “It’s always been so.”
    Nibs and Nan leaped up and twirled around the room, giddy with happiness. Nan ran to her mother.
    “Are we having the best Christmas ever, Mama?” she asked. “Are we? Are we?”
    “I think maybe you should ask Pip.”
    Nan threw herself across Pip’s lap. She gazed up into Pip’s face with eager eyes. “Are we, Pip?” she pleaded. “Are we?”
    “Yes, we are,” Pip said. “The best Christmas in the world.”

Postscript
    T he lights in the kitchen at Land’s End went on. Footsteps sounded across the floor.
    Then: “Philip?” The woman knelt. “Come, look at this.”
    There was amazement in her voice.
    The man came over and stood next to her. Then he knelt too. “What in the world…”
    Together, they stared at the wondrous thing in front of them.

    It was the trap.
    Its jaws were held open by a slender, smooth hickory stick shaped like a Y .
    The cheese was gone.

About the Author and Illustrator
    Stephanie Greene is the author of many acclaimed books for young readers. Her books have been named Best Books of the Year by both School Library Journal and the Bank Street College of Education. She lives with her family in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, near a meandering stream called Stony Creek.
    Chris Sheban has illustrated many books for young readers, including The Story of a Seagull and the Cat Who Taught Her to Fly , by Luis Sepulveda; Red Fox at McCloskey’s Farm, by Brian Heinz; and I Met a Dinosaur, by Jan Wahl. His work has received both gold and silver medals from the Society of Illustrators. Chris Sheban lives in Chicago, Illinois.
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Credits
    Jacket art © 2007 by Chris Sheban
    Jacket design by Paul Zakris

Copyright
    This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events