Mr. Kris Kringle is a story about a small family weathering through the Christmas days despite their lack of funds. Mr. Chris comes to save the day. Excerpt: "I will look—I must look," cried Hugh, slipping from his bed. In a moment he had raised the sash and was looking out into the night. The sounds he had heard ceased. He could see no one. "He has gone, Alice." Then he cried, "Mr. Khwis Kwingle, are you there? or is you a wobbler?" As he spoke a cloaked man came from behind a great pine and stood amid the thickly-fallen flakes."