‘I was awakened in the night by the Indian Waits, children singing in the language of the Sikhs ... one of their native airs. My little Ayah came up to me and shook hands when she entered my room early in the morning,--is not this the great Day, and is not she a Christian?--so she may indeed rejoice and be glad in it. I have prepared little presents for the dear ladies here, except C., to whom I gave a wedding-present yesterday. I will pause now, and go on later in the day, when I may better describe our Indian Christmas. 61⁄2 A.M. Orphans singing hymns at the top of their voices. They are evidently very happy. They are to have a Christmas tree.