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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 13213 ***</div>
+
+    <div class="trans-note">
+        Transcriber's Note: The Table of Contents was added by the
+        transcriber.
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page1"
+       id="page1"></a>[pg 1]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter">
+        <a href="images/004.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig004"
+             id="fig004"><img width="400"
+             src="images/004.jpg"
+             alt="girl with sled" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <h1>THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS</h1>
+
+    <h2>AND OTHER POPULAR STORIES FOR CHILDREN</h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%">
+        <a href="images/005.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig005"
+             id="fig005"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/005.jpg"
+             alt="children seated" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <h3>HANDSOMELY ILLUSTRATED</h3>
+
+    <h5>COPYRIGHT. 1903, BY W. B. CONKEY COMPANY</h5>
+
+    <h5>CHICAGO</h5>
+
+    <h4>W. B. CONKEY COMPANY</h4>
+    <hr class="full" />
+
+    <h3>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h3>
+
+    <div class="toc">
+        <p><a href="#p3">THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p16">THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p20">SANTA CLAUS DOES NOT FORGET.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p23">THE FAIRY CHRISTMAS.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p26">THE BALL GAME.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p27">CHRISTMAS DAY.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p32">THE DOLLS' CHRISTMAS PARTY.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p35">GRANDMA'S CHRISTMAS GIFTS.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p38">MAMA'S HAPPY CHRISTMAS.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p42">THE CHRISTMAS CAROL OF THE BIRDS.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p43">A TURKEY FOR ONE.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p46">LITTLE CHRISTMAS CAROLLERS.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p48">WHAT HAPPENED CHRISTMAS EVE.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p51">SUSY'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p54">SANTA CLAUS'S LETTER.</a></p>
+
+        <p><a href="#p57">A RAGGED CHRISTMAS FEAST.</a></p>
+    </div>
+    <hr />
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page2"
+       id="page2"></a>[pg 2]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter">
+        <a href="images/006.jpg"
+             name="fig006"
+             id="fig006"><img width="400"
+             src="images/006.jpg"
+             alt="family around tree" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page3"
+       id="page3"></a>[pg 3]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p3"
+       id="p3">The Night Before Christmas.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:30%;">
+        <a href="images/007-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig007-1"
+             id="fig007-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/007-1.jpg"
+             alt="children by the fire" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through
+            the house,</p>
+
+            <p>Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.</p>
+
+            <p>The stockings were hung by the chimney with
+            care,</p>
+
+            <p>In the hope that St. Nicholas soon would be
+            there.</p>
+
+            <p>The children were nestled all snug in their
+            beds,</p>
+
+            <p>While visions of sugar-plums danced in their
+            heads.</p>
+
+            <p>And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,</p>
+
+            <p>Had just settled our brains for a long winter's
+            nap;</p>
+        </div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:30%;">
+        <a href="images/007-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig007-2"
+             id="fig007-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/007-2.jpg"
+             alt="St. Nicholas" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page4"
+       id="page4"></a>[pg 4]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/008-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig008-1"
+             id="fig008-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/008-1.jpg"
+             alt="long winter's nap" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:30%;">
+        <a href="images/008-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig008-2"
+             id="fig008-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/008-2.jpg"
+             alt="threw up the sash" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,</p>
+
+            <p>I sprang from the bed to see what was the
+            matter.</p>
+
+            <p>Away to the window I flew like a flash,</p>
+
+            <p>Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.</p>
+
+            <p>The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow</p>
+
+            <p>Gave the lustre of midday to objects
+            below&mdash;</p>
+
+            <p>When what to my wondering eyes should appear</p>
+
+            <p>But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.</p>
+        </div>
+    </div><br clear="all" />
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page5"
+       id="page5"></a>[pg 5]</span>
+    <br />
+       <span class="pagenum"><a name="page6"
+       id="page6"></a>[pg 6]</span>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/010-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig010-1"
+             id="fig010-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/010-1.jpg"
+             alt="St. Nicholas on roof" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>With a little old driver so lively and quick,</p>
+
+            <p>I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.</p>
+
+            <p>More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,</p>
+
+            <p>And he whistled and shouted and called them by
+            name&mdash;</p>
+
+            <p>"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer! Now,
+            Vixen!</p>
+
+            <p>On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Dunder and Blixen!</p>
+
+            <p>To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!</p>
+
+            <p>Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away! All!"</p>
+        </div>
+    </div><br clear="all" />
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/010-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig010-2"
+             id="fig010-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/010-2.jpg"
+             alt="toys" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page7"
+       id="page7"></a>[pg 7]</span>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,</p>
+
+            <p>When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the
+            sky,</p>
+
+            <p>So up to the house-top the coursers they flew</p>
+
+            <p>With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas,
+            too.</p>
+
+            <p>And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof</p>
+
+            <p>The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.</p>
+
+            <p>As I drew in my head, and was turning around,</p>
+
+            <p>Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.</p>
+        </div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/011.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig011"
+             id="fig011"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/011.jpg"
+             alt="St. Nick with sack" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page8"
+       id="page8"></a>[pg 8]</span>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/012-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig012-1"
+             id="fig012-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/012-1.jpg"
+             alt="St. Nick delivering toys" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/012-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig012-2"
+             id="fig012-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/012-2.jpg"
+             alt="children at table" /></a>
+    </div><br clear="all" />
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>He was dressed all in fur from his head to his
+            foot,</p>
+
+            <p>And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and
+            soot;</p>
+
+            <p>A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,</p>
+
+            <p>And he looked like a pedlar just opening his
+            pack.</p>
+
+            <p>His eyes&mdash;how they twinkled! His dimples, how
+            merry!</p>
+
+            <p>His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a
+            cherry;</p>
+
+            <p>His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow,</p>
+
+            <p>And the beard on his chin was as white as the
+            snow.</p>
+        </div>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page9"
+       id="page9"></a>[pg 9]</span>
+    <br />
+       <span class="pagenum"><a name="page10"
+       id="page10"></a>[pg 10]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/014.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig014"
+             id="fig014"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/014.jpg"
+             alt="emblem" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page11"
+       id="page11"></a>[pg 11]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/015.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig015"
+             id="fig015"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/015.jpg"
+             alt="THE REINDEER AND THE SLEIGH" /></a>THE REINDEER
+             AND THE SLEIGH
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page12"
+       id="page12"></a>[pg 12]</span>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,</p>
+
+            <p>And the smoke, it encircled his head like a
+            wreath.</p>
+
+            <p>He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,</p>
+
+            <p>And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of
+            myself.</p>
+
+            <p>A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,</p>
+
+            <p>Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.</p>
+        </div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/016.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig016"
+             id="fig016"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/016.jpg"
+             alt="children discover stockings" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page13"
+       id="page13"></a>[pg 13]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/017.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig017"
+             id="fig017"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/017.jpg"
+             alt="St. Nick going down chimney" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page14"
+       id="page14"></a>[pg 14]</span>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>He spoke not a word, but went straight to his
+            work,</p>
+
+            <p>And filled all the stockings&mdash;then turned with
+            a jerk,</p>
+
+            <p>And laying his finger aside of his nose,</p>
+
+            <p>And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.</p>
+
+            <p>He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a
+            whistle,</p>
+
+            <p>And away they all flew, like the down of a
+            thistle;</p>
+
+            <p>But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of
+            sight,</p>
+
+            <p>"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a
+            goodnight!"</p>
+        </div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/018.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig018"
+             id="fig018"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/018.jpg"
+             alt="sleeping children" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page15"
+       id="page15"></a>[pg 15]</span>
+    <br />
+       <span class="pagenum"><a name="page16"
+       id="page16"></a>[pg 16]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p16"
+       id="p16">The Night After Christmas</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/020.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig020"
+             id="fig020"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/020.jpg"
+             alt="children tossing restlessly" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>'Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the
+            house</p>
+
+            <p>Not a creature was stirring&mdash;excepting a
+            mouse.</p>
+
+            <p>The stockings were flung in haste over the
+            chair,</p>
+
+            <p>For hopes of St. Nicholas were no longer there.</p>
+
+            <p>The children were restlessly tossing in bed,</p>
+
+            <p>For the pie and the candy were heavy as lead;</p>
+
+            <p>While mamma in her kerchief, and I in my gown,</p>
+
+            <p>Had just made up our minds that we would not lie
+            down,</p>
+
+            <p>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,</p>
+
+            <p>I sprang from my chair to see what was the
+            matter.</p>
+
+            <p>Away to the window I went with a dash,</p>
+
+            <p>Flung open the shutter, and threw up the sash.</p>
+
+            <p>The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,</p>
+
+            <p>Gave the lustre of noon-day to objects
+            below.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page17"
+               id="page17"></a>[pg 17]</span>
+        </div>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page18"
+       id="page18"></a>[pg 18]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/022-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig022-1"
+             id="fig022-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/022-1.jpg"
+             alt="Dr. Brough" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>When what to my long anxious eyes should appear</p>
+
+            <p>But a horse and a sleigh, both old-fashioned and
+            queer;</p>
+
+            <p>With a little old driver, so solemn and slow,</p>
+
+            <p>I knew at a glance it must be Dr Brough.</p>
+
+            <p>I drew in my head, and was turning around,</p>
+
+            <p>When upstairs came the Doctor, with scarcely a
+            sound,</p>
+
+            <p>He wore a thick overcoat, made long ago,</p>
+
+            <p>And the beard on his chin was white with the
+            snow.</p>
+
+            <p>He spoke a few words, and went straight to his
+            work;</p>
+
+            <p>He felt all the pulses,&mdash;then turned with a
+            jerk,</p>
+        </div>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/022-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig022-2"
+             id="fig022-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/022-2.jpg"
+             alt="doctor giving medicine" /></a>
+    </div><br clear="all" />
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page19"
+       id="page19"></a>[pg 19]</span>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:30%;">
+        <a href="images/023.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig023"
+             id="fig023"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/023.jpg"
+             alt="doctor leaving via hearth" /></a>
+    </div><br /><span class="pagenum"><a name="page20"
+       id="page20"></a>[pg 20]</span>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>And laying his finger aside of his nose,</p>
+
+            <p>With a nod of his head to the chimney he
+            goes:&mdash;</p>
+
+            <p>"A spoonful of oil, ma'am, if you have it handy;</p>
+
+            <p>No nuts and no raisins, no pies and no candy.</p>
+
+            <p>These tender young stomachs cannot well digest</p>
+
+            <p>All the sweets that they get; toys and books are the
+            best.</p>
+
+            <p>But I know my advice will not find many friends,</p>
+
+            <p>For the custom of Christmas the other way tends.</p>
+
+            <p>The fathers and mothers, and Santa Claus, too,</p>
+
+            <p>Are exceedingly blind. Well, a good-night to
+            you!"</p>
+
+            <p>And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of
+            sight:</p>
+
+            <p>These feastings and candies make Doctors' bills
+            right!"</p>
+        </div>
+    </div><br clear="all" />
+
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/021.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig021"
+             id="fig021"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/021.jpg"
+             alt="pictures of children" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <h2><a name="p20"
+       id="p20">SANTA CLAUS DOES NOT FORGET.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/024.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig024"
+             id="fig024"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/024.jpg"
+             alt="mother and son" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Bertie was a very good boy. He was kind, obedient, truthful,
+    and unselfish. He had, however, one great fault,&mdash;he
+    always forgot.</p>
+
+    <p>No matter how important the errand, his answer always was,
+    "I forgot." When he was sent with a note to the dress-maker his
+    mother would find the note in his pocket at night. If he was
+    sent to the store in a great hurry, to get something for tea,
+    he would return late, without the article, but with his usual
+    answer.</p>
+
+    <p>His father and mother talked the matter over, and decided
+    that something must be done to make the little boy
+    remember.</p>
+
+    <p>Christmas was near, and Bertie was busy making out a list of
+    things which Santa Claus was to bring him.</p>
+
+    <p>"Santa Claus may forget some of those things," said his
+    mother.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/025.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig025"
+             id="fig025"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/025.jpg"
+             alt="CHRISTMAS FROLICS" /></a>CHRISTMAS FROLICS
+    </div>
+
+    <p>"He cannot," replied Bertie; "for I shall write sled, and
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page21"
+       id="page21"></a>[pg 21]</span>
+    <br />
+       <span class="pagenum"><a name="page22"
+       id="page22"></a>[pg 22]</span> skates, and drum, and violin,
+       and all the things on this paper. Then when Santa Claus goes
+       to my stocking he will find the list. He can see it and put
+       the things in as fast as he reads."</p>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/026.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig026"
+             id="fig026"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/026.jpg"
+             alt="Bertie" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Christmas morning came, and Bertie was up at dawn to see
+    what was in his stocking. His mother kept away from him as long
+    as she could, for she knew what Santa Claus had done.</p>
+
+    <p>Finally she heard him coming with slow steps to her room.
+    Slowly he opened the door and came towards her. He held in his
+    hand a list very much longer than the one he had made out. He
+    put it in his mother's hand, while tears of disappointment fell
+    from his eyes.</p>
+
+    <p>"See what Santa Claus left for me; but I think he might have
+    given me one thing besides."</p>
+
+    <p>His mother opened the roll. It was a list of all the errands
+    Bertie had been asked to do for six months. At the end of all
+    was written, in staring capitals, "I FORGOT."</p>
+
+    <p>Bertie wept for an hour. Then his mother told him they were
+    all going to grandpa's. For the first time he would see a
+    Christmas-tree. Perhaps something might be growing there for
+    him.</p>
+
+    <p>It was very strange to Bertie, but on grandpa's tree he
+    found everything he had written on his list. Was he cured of
+    his bad habit? Not all at once; but when his mother saw that he
+    was particularly heedless she would say, "Remember, Santa Claus
+    does not forget."</p>
+
+    <p class="author">M. A.
+    HALEY</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page23"
+       id="page23"></a>[pg 23]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/027.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig027"
+             id="fig027"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/027.jpg"
+             alt="hanging the stockings" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <h2><a name="p23"
+       id="p23">THE FAIRY CHRISTMAS.</a></h2>
+
+    <p>It was Christmas Day, and Toddy and Tita were alone. Papa
+    and mamma had gone out West to see their big boy who was ill.
+    They had promised to be home for Christmas, but a big snow had
+    blocked the railroad track, and nurse was afraid the train
+    would be <span class="pagenum"><a name="page24"
+       id="page24"></a>[pg 24]</span> delayed until the day after
+       Christmas. What a dull Christmas for two little girls, all
+       alone in the great city house, with only the servants! They
+       felt so lonely that nurse let them play in the big
+       drawing-room instead of in the nursery, so they arranged all
+       the chairs in a row, and pretended it was a snowed-up train.
+       Tita was the conductor, and Toddy was the passengers. Just
+       as they were in the midst of it, they heard music in the
+       <span class="pagenum"><a name="page25"
+       id="page25"></a>[pg 25]</span> street, and, running to the
+       window, they saw a little boy outside, singing and beating a
+       tambourine.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/028.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig028"
+             id="fig028"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/028.jpg"
+             alt="barefoot Guido" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>"Why," said Tita, "his feet are all bare!"</p>
+
+    <p>"Dess he hanged up bofe stockin's an' his shoes, too," said
+    Toddy.</p>
+
+    <p>"Let's open the window and ask him."</p>
+
+    <p>But the great window was too high to reach, so they took
+    papa's cane and pushed it tip. The little boy smiled, but they
+    could not hear what he said, so they told him to come in, and
+    ran to open the big front door. He was a little frightened at
+    first, but the carpet felt warm to his poor bare feet.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/029.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig029"
+             id="fig029"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/029.jpg"
+             alt="Guido, Toddy and Tita" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>He told them that his name was Guido, and that he had come
+    from Italy, which is a much warmer country than ours, and that
+    he was very poor, so poor that he had no shoes, and had to go
+    singing from house to house for a few pennies to get some
+    dinner. And he was <i>so</i>
+    hungry.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page26"
+       id="page26"></a>[pg 26]</span>
+
+    <p>"Poor little boy!" said Tita. "Our mamma is away, and we're
+    having a pretty sad Christmas, but we'll try to make it nice
+    for <i>you.</i>"</p>
+
+    <p>So they played games, and Guido sang to them. Then the
+    folding doors rolled back, and there was the dining-room and
+    the table all set, and Thomas, the black waiter, smiling, just
+    as if it had been a big dinner party instead of two very little
+    girls. Nurse said: "Well, I never!" when she saw Guido, but she
+    felt so sorry for the lonely little girls that she let him come
+    to the table. And <i>such</i> a dinner as he ate! He had never
+    had one like it before. "It is a fairy tale," he said.</p>
+
+    <p>Just as dessert came on, the door opened and in rushed mamma
+    and papa; the train had gotten in, after all. They were so glad
+    to see their darlings happy instead of moping that they gave
+    them each some extra kisses. You may be sure little Guido never
+    went hungry and barefoot after that. Long afterward he would
+    say: "That was a fairy Christmas!"</p>
+
+    <p>That night, after Tita had said her prayers, she said:</p>
+
+    <p>"Mamma, I know something. Whenever you feel sad and lonely,
+    if you will just find somebody sadder and lonelier than
+    yourself and cheer them up, it will make you all right."</p>
+
+    <p>And I think that that was the very best kind of a Christmas
+    lesson of love. Don't you?</p>
+
+    <p class="author">ETHELDRED B. BARRY.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/030.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig030"
+             id="fig030"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/030.jpg"
+             alt="dog and cat emblem" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <h2><a name="p26"
+       id="p26">THE BALL GAME.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>Did you ever know a boy</p>
+
+            <p>Make believe he had a toy?</p>
+
+            <p class="i8">That's the way</p>
+
+            <p class="i8">Babies play;</p>
+
+            <p>Babies who are young and small</p>
+
+            <p>Make believe they play at ball!</p>
+        </div>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page27"
+       id="page27"></a>[pg 27]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p27"
+       id="p27">CHRISTMAS DAY.</a></h2>
+
+    <p>"Boys," said Mrs. Howard one morning, looking up from a
+    letter she was reading, "I have had a letter from your
+    grandmamma. She writes that she is returning to England
+    shortly."</p>
+
+    <p>The boys went on with their breakfast without showing any
+    great amount of interest in this piece of news, for they had
+    never seen their grandmother, and therefore could not very well
+    be expected to show any affection for her.</p>
+
+    <p>Now Mrs. Howard, the mother of two of the boys and aunt to
+    the third little fellow, was a widow and very poor, and often
+    found it a hard task to provide for her "three boys," as she
+    called them, for, having adopted her little orphan nephew, she
+    always treated him as her own son. She had sometimes thought it
+    strange that old Mrs. Howard should not have offered to provide
+    for Leslie herself but she had never done so, and at last Mrs.
+    Howard had ceased to expect it. But now, right at the end of
+    her letter, Grandmamma Howard wrote:&mdash;</p>
+
+    <p>"I have been thinking that perhaps it would come a little
+    hard on you to support not only your own two boys, but poor
+    Alice's son, and so, on my return to England, I propose, if you
+    are willing, to adopt one of them, for I am a lonely old woman
+    and shall be glad of a young face about me again."</p>
+
+    <p>After thinking the matter over, Mrs. Howard decided she
+    would say nothing about their grandmother's intention to the
+    boys, as she thought that it was just possible she might change
+    her mind again.</p>
+
+    <p>Time passed on, and winter set in, and full of the delights
+    of skating, the boys forgot all about the expected arrival of
+    their grandmother.</p>
+
+    <p>During the Christmas holidays the boys one morning started
+    off to Broome Meadow for a good day's skating on the pond
+    there. They carried their dinner with them, and were told to be
+    sure and be home before dark.</p>
+
+    <p>As they ran along the frosty road they came suddenly upon a
+    poor old woman, so suddenly that Leslie ran right up against
+    her before he could stop himself. The old woman grumbled about
+    "lazy, selfish <span class="pagenum"><a name="page28"
+       id="page28"></a>[pg 28]</span> boys, only thinking of their
+       own pleasure, and not caring what happened to a poor old
+       woman!"</p>
+
+    <p>But Leslie stopped at once and apologized, in his polite
+    little way, for his carelessness.</p>
+
+    <p>"I <i>am</i> sorry," he said. "I hope I did not hurt you;
+    and you have such heavy parcels to carry too. Won't you let me
+    help you?"</p>
+
+    <p>"Oh! come on, Leslie," said his cousins; "we shall never get
+    to the pond at this rate!"</p>
+
+    <p>"Yes, go on," said the old woman sharply; "your skating is
+    of a great deal more importance than an old woman, eh?"</p>
+
+    <p>But Leslie's only answer was to take the parcels and trudge
+    merrily along beside his companion.</p>
+
+    <p>On the way to her cottage the old woman asked him all sorts
+    of questions about himself and his cousins, and then, having
+    reached her cottage, dismissed him with scarcely a "thank you"
+    for the trouble he had taken. But Leslie did not take it much
+    to heart.</p>
+
+    <p>He raced along, trying his hardest to overtake his cousins
+    before they reached the pond, and was soon skimming about with
+    the rest of them.</p>
+
+    <p>Squire Leaholme, in whose grounds the boys were skating,
+    afterwards came down to the pond to watch the fun, and, being a
+    kind-hearted old gentleman, offered to give a prize of a new
+    pair of skates to the boy who should win the greatest number of
+    races.</p>
+
+    <p>As it was getting late, it was arranged that the racing
+    should come off on the following day, and the Squire invited
+    all the boys who took part in it, to come up to his house to a
+    substantial tea, after the fun was over.</p>
+
+    <p>How delighted Leslie was, for he was a first-rate skater,
+    and he <i>did</i> so want a new pair of skates!</p>
+
+    <p>But the Squire's skates were not to be won by him, for on
+    the following day as he and his cousins were on their way to
+    the pond, they came across the queer old woman whom they had
+    met on the previous day.</p>
+
+    <p>She was sitting on the ground, and seemed to be in great
+    pain. The boys stopped to ask what ailed her, and she told them
+    that she had slipped and twisted her foot, and was afraid that
+    her ankle was sprained, for she could not bear to put it to the
+    ground.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page29"
+       id="page29"></a>[pg 29]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/033.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig033"
+             id="fig033"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/033.jpg"
+             alt="FROM THE CHRISTMAS TREE." /></a>FROM THE
+             CHRISTMAS TREE.
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page30"
+       id="page30"></a>[pg 30]</span>
+
+    <p>"You musn't sit here in the cold," said Leslie; "come, try
+    and get up, and I will help you home."</p>
+
+    <p>"Oh! Leslie," cried both his cousins, "don't go. You will be
+    late for the races, and lose your chance of the prize."</p>
+
+    <p>Poor Leslie! He turned first red, then white, and then said,
+    in a husky tone of voice&mdash;</p>
+
+    <p>"Never mind&mdash;you go on without me."</p>
+
+    <p>"You're a good laddie," said the old woman. "Will you be
+    <i>very</i> sorry to miss the fun?"</p>
+
+    <p>Leslie muttered something about not minding <i>much</i>, and
+    then the brave little fellow set himself to help the poor old
+    woman home, as gently and tenderly as he could.</p>
+
+    <p>She would not let him come in with her, but told him to run
+    off as quickly as he could, and perhaps after all, he would not
+    be too late for the skating. But Leslie could not bear to leave
+    her alone and in pain, so he decided to run home and fetch his
+    Aunt.</p>
+
+    <p>When Mrs. Howard arrived at the cottage, you can think how
+    surprised she was to find that Leslie's "poor old woman" was
+    none other than Grandmamma Howard herself, who wishing to find
+    out the real characters of her grandsons, had chosen to come in
+    this disguise to the little village where they lived.</p>
+
+    <p>You will easily guess which of the three boys Grandmamma
+    chose to be her little companion. And oh! what a lovely
+    Grandmamma she was, as not only Leslie, but his cousins too,
+    found out. She always seemed to know exactly what a boy wanted,
+    and still better, to give it to him.</p>
+
+    <p>Walter and Stanley often felt terribly ashamed of the
+    selfish manner in which they had behaved, and wished they were
+    more like Leslie.</p>
+
+    <p>But Grandmamma told them that it was "never too late to
+    mend," and they took her advice, and I am quite sure that at
+    the present moment if they were to meet a poor old woman in
+    distress by the roadside, they would not pass her by, as they
+    once did Grandmamma Howard.</p>
+
+    <p class="author">ANNA
+    MORRISON.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page31"
+       id="page31"></a>[pg 31]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/035.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig035"
+             id="fig035"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/035.jpg"
+             alt="boys on road" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page32"
+       id="page32"></a>[pg 32]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p32"
+       id="p32">THE DOLLS' CHRISTMAS PARTY.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:90%;">
+        <a href="images/036-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig036-1"
+             id="fig036-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/036-1.jpg"
+             alt="dolls partying" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>It was the week before Christmas, and the dolls In the
+    toy-shop played together all night. The biggest one was from
+    Paris.</p>
+
+    <p>One night she said, "We ought to have a party before Santa
+    Claus carries us away to the little girls. I can dance, and I
+    will show you how."</p>
+
+    <p>"I can dance myself if you will pull the string," said a
+    "Jim Crow" doll.</p>
+
+    <p>"What shall we have for supper?" piped a little boy-doll in
+    a Jersey suit. He was always thinking about eating.</p>
+
+    <p>"Oh, dear," cried the French lady, "I don't know what we
+    shall do for supper!"</p>
+
+    <p>"I can get the supper," added a big rag doll. The other
+    dolls had never liked her very well, but they thanked her now.
+    She had taken lessons at a cooking-school, and knew how to make
+    cake and candy. She gave French names to everything she made,
+    and this made it taste better. Old Mother Hubbard was there,
+    and she said the rag doll did not know how to cook
+    anything.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/036-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig036-2"
+             id="fig036-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/036-2.jpg"
+             alt="dolls dancing" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page33"
+       id="page33"></a>[pg 33]</span>
+
+    <p>They danced in one of the great shop-windows. They opened a
+    toy piano, and a singing-doll played "Comin' through the Rye,"
+    The dolls did not find that a good tune to dance by; but the
+    lady did not know any other, although she was the most costly
+    doll in the shop. Then they wound up a music-box, and danced by
+    that. This did very well for some tunes; but they had to walk
+    around when it played "Hail Columbia," and wait for something
+    else.</p>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/037.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig037"
+             id="fig037"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/037.jpg"
+             alt="dolls flying" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>The "Jim Crow" doll had to dance by himself, for he could do
+    nothing but a "break-down." He would not dance at all unless
+    some one pulled his string. A toy monkey did this; but he would
+    not stop when the dancer was tired.</p>
+
+    <p>They had supper on one of the counters. The rag doll placed
+    some boxes for tables. The supper was of candy, for there was
+    nothing in the shop to eat but sugar hearts and eggs. The dolls
+    like candy better than anything else, and the supper was
+    splendid. Patsy McQuirk said he could not eat candy. He wanted
+    to know what kind of a supper it was without any potatoes. He
+    got very angry, put his hands into his pockets, and smoked his
+    pipe. It was very uncivil for him to do so in company. The
+    smoke made the little ladies sick, and they all tried to climb
+    into a <span class="pagenum"><a name="page34"
+       id="page34"></a>[pg 34]</span> "horn of plenty" to get out
+       of the way.</p>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/038-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig038-1"
+             id="fig038-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/038-1.jpg"
+             alt="dolls collage 1" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:25%;">
+        <a href="images/038-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig038-2"
+             id="fig038-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/038-2.jpg"
+             alt="dolls collage 2" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:15%;">
+        <a href="images/038-3.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig038-3"
+             id="fig038-3"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/038-3.jpg"
+             alt="dolls collage 3" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Mother Hubbard and the two black waiters tried to sing "I
+    love Little Pussy;" but the tall one in a brigand hat opened
+    his mouth wide, that the small dollies were afraid they might
+    fall into it. The clown raised both arms in wonder, and Jack in
+    the Box sprang up as high as me could to look down into the
+    fellow's throat.</p>
+
+    <p>All the baby-dolls in caps and long dresses had been put to
+    bed. They woke up when the others were at supper, and began to
+    cry. The big doll brought them some candy, and that kept them
+    quiet for some time.</p>
+
+    <p>The next morning a little girl found the toy piano open. She
+    was sure the dolls had been playing on it. The
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page35"
+       id="page35"></a>[pg 35]</span> grown-up people thought it
+       had been left open the night before; but they do not
+       understand dolls as well as little people do.</p>
+
+    <p class="author">VIOLA ROSEBOROUGH</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/039.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig039"
+             id="fig039"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/039.jpg"
+             alt="flowers" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <h2><a name="p35"
+       id="p35">GRANDMA'S CHRISTMAS GIFTS.</a></h2>
+
+    <p>Grandma Burns sat knitting busily in the sun one bright
+    morning the week before Christmas. The snow lay deep, and the
+    hard crust glistened like silver. All at once she heard little
+    sighs of grief outside her door. When she opened it there sat
+    Peter and Jimmy Rice, two very poor little boys, with their
+    faces in their hands; and they were crying.</p>
+
+    <p>"My patience!" cried grandma. "What can be the matter with
+    two bright little boys this sunny morning?"</p>
+
+    <p>"We don't have no good times," sighed little Peter.</p>
+
+    <p>"We can't slide. We haven't any sleds," whimpered Jimmy.</p>
+
+    <p>"Why, of course boys can't have a good time without sleds,"
+    said grandma, cheerily. "Let us look about and see if we can't
+    find something." And grandma's cap-border bobbed behind barrels
+    and boxes in the shed and all among the cobwebs in the garret;
+    but nothing could be found suitable.</p>
+
+    <p>"Hum! I do believe this would do for little Pete;" and the
+    dear old lady drew a large, pressed-tin pan off the top shelf
+    in the pantry. A long, smooth butter-tray was found for Jimmy.
+    Grandma shook her cap-border with laughter to see them skim
+    over the hard crust <span class="pagenum"><a name="page36"
+       id="page36"></a>[pg 36]</span> in their queer sleds. And the
+       boys shouted and swung their hands as they flew past the
+       window.</p>
+
+    <p>"I do expect they'll wear 'em about through," murmured
+    grandma; "but boys must slide,&mdash;that's certain."</p>
+
+    <p>And the pan was scoured as bright as a new silver dollar and
+    the red paint was all gone off the wooden tray when Peter and
+    Jimmy brought their sleds back.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/040.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig040"
+             id="fig040"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/040.jpg"
+             alt="sledding" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Grandma knitted faster than ever all that day, and her face
+    was bright with smiles. She was planning something. She went to
+    see Job Easter that night. He promised to make two small sleds
+    for the pair of socks she was knitting.</p>
+
+    <p>When the sleds were finished she dyed them red and drew a
+    yellow horse upon each one. Grandma called them horses, but no
+    one would have suspected it. Then the night before Christmas
+    she drew on her great socks over her shoes to keep her from
+    slipping, put on her hood and cloak, and dragged the little
+    sleds over to Peter and Timmy's house.</p>
+
+    <p>She hitched them to the door-latch, and went home laughing
+    all the way.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page37"
+       id="page37"></a>[pg 37]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:50%;">
+        <a href="images/041.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig041"
+             id="fig041"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/041.jpg"
+             alt="fall from sled" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page38"
+       id="page38"></a>[pg 38]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p38"
+       id="p38">MAMA'S HAPPY CHRISTMAS.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/042.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig042"
+             id="fig042"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/042.jpg"
+             alt="happy mama" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>It had seemed to the little Wendell children that they would
+    have a very sad Christmas. Mama had been very ill, and papa had
+    been so anxious about mama that he could not think of anything
+    else.</p>
+
+    <p>When Christmas Day came, however, mama was so much better
+    that she could lie on the lounge. The children all brought
+    their stockings into her room to open them.</p>
+
+    <p>"You children all seem as happy as if you had had your usual
+    Christmas tree," said mama, as they sat around her.</p>
+
+    <p>"Why, I <i>never</i> had such a happy Christmas before,"
+    said sweet little Agnes. "And it's just because you are well
+    again."</p>
+
+    <p>"Now I think you must all run out for the rest of the day,"
+    said the nurse, "because your mama wants to see you all again
+    this evening."</p>
+
+    <p>"I wish we could get up something expressly for mama's
+    amusement," said Agnes, when they had gone into the
+    nursery.</p>
+
+    <p>"How would you like to have some tableaux in here?" asked
+    their French governess, Miss Marcelle.</p>
+
+    <p>"Oh, yes," they all cried, "it would be fun, mama loves
+    tableaux."</p>
+
+    <p>So all day long they were busy arranging five tableaux for
+    the evening. The tableaux were to be in the room which had
+    folding-doors opening into Mrs. Wendell's sitting-room.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/043.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig043"
+             id="fig043"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/043.jpg"
+             alt="MAMA'S HAPPY CHRISTMAS" /></a>MAMA'S HAPPY
+             CHRISTMAS
+    </div>
+
+    <p>At the proper time Miss Marcelle stepped outside the
+    folding-doors and made a pretty little speech. She said that
+    some young ladies and a <span class="pagenum"><a name="page39"
+       id="page39"></a>[pg 39]</span>
+    <br />
+       <span class="pagenum"><a name="page40"
+       id="page40"></a>[pg 40]</span> young gentleman had asked
+       permission to show some tableaux to Mrs. Wendell if she
+       would like to see them. Mrs. Wendell replied that she would
+       be charmed.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/044.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig044"
+             id="fig044"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/044.jpg"
+             alt="sleeping beauty" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Then mademoiselle announced the tableaux; opening the doors
+    wide for each one. This is a list of the tableaux: First, The
+    Sleeping <span class="pagenum"><a name="page41"
+       id="page41"></a>[pg 41]</span> Beauty; second, Little Red
+       Riding Hood; third, The Fairy Queen; fourth, Old Mother
+       Hubbard; fifth, The Lord High Admiral.</p>
+
+    <p>Miss Marcelle had arranged everything so nicely, and
+    Celeste, the French maid, helped so much with the dressing,
+    that the pictures all went off without a single mistake.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:65%;">
+        <a href="images/045.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig045"
+             id="fig045"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/045.jpg"
+             alt="red riding hood and high admiral" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Mama was delighted. She said she must kiss those dear young
+    ladies, and that delightful young man who had given her such a
+    charming surprise.</p>
+
+    <p>So all the children came in rosy and smiling.</p>
+
+    <p>"Why, didn't you know us?" asked the little Lord
+    Admiral.</p>
+
+    <p>"I know this," said mama, "I am like Agnes; I <i>never</i>
+    had such a happy Christmas before."</p>
+
+    <p class="author">MIRIAM T.
+    BARNARD.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page42"
+       id="page42"></a>[pg 42]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p42"
+       id="p42">THE CHRISTMAS CAROL OF THE BIRDS.</a></h2>
+
+    <p>Do you know, when we are having such good times at
+    Christmas, what sweet music they have in Norway, that cold
+    country across the sea? One day in the year the simple peasants
+    who live there make the birds very happy, so that they sing, of
+    their own free-will, a glad, joyous carol on Christmas
+    morning.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/046.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig046"
+             id="fig046"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/046.jpg"
+             alt="watching the birds" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>And this is why they sing on that morning more than on any
+    other. After the birds have found shelter from the north wind
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page43"
+       id="page43"></a>[pg 43]</span> on Christmas-eve, and the
+       night is still and bright with stars, or even if the storm
+       be ever so severe, the good people bring out sheaves of corn
+       and wheat from their storehouses. Tying them on slender
+       poles, they raise them from every spire, barn, gatepost, and
+       gable; then, when the Christmas sun rises over the hills,
+       every spire and gable bursts forth into joyous song.</p>
+
+    <p>You can well believe that these songs of the birds make the
+    people of Norway very happy. They echo, with all their hearts,
+    their living, grateful anthem, "Glory to God in the highest, on
+    earth peace, good-will to men!"</p>
+
+    <p class="author">MRS. G. HALL.</p>
+
+    <h2><a name="p43"
+       id="p43">A TURKEY FOR ONE.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/047.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig047"
+             id="fig047"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/047.jpg"
+             alt="a turkey" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Lura's Uncle Roy is in Japan. He used to take Christmas
+    dinner at Lura's home. Now he could only write her papa to say
+    a box of gifts had been sent, and one was for his little
+    girl.</p>
+
+    <p>The little girl clapped her hands, crying, "Oh, mamma! don't
+    you think it is the chain and locket dear uncle said he would
+    sometime give me?"</p>
+
+    <p>"No," replied her papa, reading on. "Your uncle says it is a
+    turkey for one."</p>
+
+    <p>"But we do not need turkeys from Japan," remarked the little
+    daughter, soberly.</p>
+
+    <p>Her papa smiled, and handed the open letter to her mamma.
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page44"
+       id="page44"></a>[pg 44]</span> "Read it aloud, every bit,"
+       begged Lura, seeing her mamma was smiling, too.</p>
+
+    <p>But her mamma folded the letter and said nothing.</p>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/048.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig048"
+             id="fig048"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/048.jpg"
+             alt="live turkey on table" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>On Christmas eve the box, which had just arrived, was
+    opened, and every one in the house was made glad with a
+    present. Lura's was a papier-mache turkey, nearly as large as
+    the one brought home at the same time by the market-boy.</p>
+
+    <p>Next morning, while the fowl in the kitchen was being
+    roasted, Lura placed hers before a window and watched people
+    admire it as they passed. All its imitation feathers, and even
+    more its red wattles, seemed to wish every man and woman, boy
+    and girl, a Merry Christmas.</p>
+
+    <p>Lura had not spoken of the jewelry since her uncle's letter
+    was read. It is not nice for one who receives a gift to wish it
+    was different. Lura was not that kind of a child.</p>
+
+    <p>When dinner was nearly over, her papa said to her, "My dear,
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page45"
+       id="page45"></a>[pg 45]</span> you have had as much of my
+       turkey as you wanted; if you please, I will now try some of
+       yours."</p>
+
+    <p>"Mine is what Uncle Roy calls a turkey for one," laughed
+    Lura. She turned in her chair towards where her bird had been
+    strutting on the window-sill, and added, in surprise, "Why,
+    what has become of him?"</p>
+
+    <p>At that moment the servant brought in a huge platter. When
+    room had been made for it on the table it was set down in front
+    of Lura's papa, and on the dish was her turkey.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/049.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig049"
+             id="fig049"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/049.jpg"
+             alt="turkey on platter" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>"Oh, what fun!" gayly exclaimed the child. "Did uncle tell
+    you to pretend to serve it?"</p>
+
+    <p>"I have not finished what he directs me to do," her papa
+    said, with a flourish of the carving-knife.</p>
+
+    <p>"But, papa&mdash;oh, please!" Her hand was on his arm. "You
+    would not spoil my beautiful bird from Japan!</p>
+
+    <p>A hidden spring was touched with the point of the knife. The
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page46"
+       id="page46"></a>[pg 46]</span> breast opened, and disclosed
+       the fowl filled with choice toys and other things. The first
+       taken out was a tiny box; inside was a gold chain and
+       locket; the locket held Uncle Roy's picture.</p>
+
+    <p>It was a turkey for one,&mdash;for only Uncle Roy's niece.
+    But all the family shared the amusement.</p>
+
+    <p class="author">LAVINIA S. GOODWIN.</p>
+
+    <h2><a name="p46"
+       id="p46">LITTLE CHRISTMAS CAROLLERS.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/050.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig050"
+             id="fig050"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/050.jpg"
+             alt="an object" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="poem">
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>We are a band of carollers,</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">We march through frost and snow,</p>
+
+            <p>But care not for the weather</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">As on our way we go.</p>
+        </div>
+
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>At every hall or cottage</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">That stands upon our way,</p>
+
+            <p>We stop to give the people</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">Best wishes for the day.</p>
+        </div>
+
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>We pray a merry Christmas,</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">Made bright by Christmas cheer,</p>
+
+            <p>With peace, and hope, and gladness</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">And all they may hold dear.</p>
+        </div>
+
+        <div class="stanza">
+            <p>And for all those that happen</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">To pass us on our way</p>
+
+            <p>We have a smile, and wish them</p>
+
+            <p class="i2">A merry Christmas-day.</p>
+        </div>
+    </div>
+
+    <p class="author">L. A.
+    FRANCE</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page47"
+       id="page47"></a>[pg 47]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/051.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig051"
+             id="fig051"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/051.jpg"
+             alt="CHRISTMAS CAROLLERS" /></a>CHRISTMAS CAROLLERS
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page48"
+       id="page48"></a>[pg 48]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p48"
+       id="p48">WHAT HAPPENED CHRISTMAS EVE.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:10%; margin-top:-2em; margin-right:-1em;">
+        <a href="images/052.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig052"
+             id="fig052"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/052.jpg"
+             alt="letter 'I'" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>t was Christmas Eve and the frost fairies were busy getting
+    ready for Christmas Day. First of all they spread the loveliest
+    white snow carpet over the rough, bare ground; then they hung
+    the bushes and trees with icicles that flashed like diamonds in
+    the moonlight. Later on, they planned to draw beautiful frost
+    pictures on the window panes, to surprise the little children
+    in the morning.</p>
+
+    <p>The stars shone brightly and the moon sent floods of light
+    in every nook and corner. How could any one think of sleeping
+    when there was such a glory outside!</p>
+
+    <p>Jessie and Fred had gone to bed very early so they might be
+    the first to shout "Merry Christmas!" but their eyes would not
+    stay shut.</p>
+
+    <p>"Oh dear! it must be 'most morning," said Fred; "let us
+    creep softly down stairs and maybe we'll catch Santa Claus
+    before he rides off."</p>
+
+    <p>Hand in hand they tiptoed to the dining-room and peeped out
+    the big window;&mdash;surely, surely, that was something
+    climbing up the roof of cousin Nellie's house; it must be old
+    Santa. Fred gave a chuckle of delight; to be sure the reindeer
+    were very queer looking objects, and the sleigh such a funny
+    shape, but the children were satisfied.</p>
+
+    <p>The old fir tree, whose high branches almost touched the
+    roof, knew all about those shadows, but it was so old no one
+    could ever understand a word of the many tales it told.</p>
+
+    <p>"There's something scratching on the door," whispered
+    Jessie; but it was only a mouse, who had sniffed the delightful
+    odors of the Christmas goodies and was trying his best to find
+    a way into the pantry and test them with his sharp teeth.</p>
+
+    <p>"Come," said Jessie, "we'll turn to icicles if we stay here
+    much, longer"; so up-stairs they quickly scampered.</p>
+
+    <p>Papa had been to town on an errand, so it was quite late
+    when he came home. As he was hunting in his pockets for his
+    key, he heard a pitiful cry, and looking down he saw a big,
+    white cat carrying a tiny kitten in her
+    mouth.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page49"
+       id="page49"></a>[pg 49]</span>
+
+    <p>"Poor thing," said papa, "you shall come inside till
+    morning."</p>
+
+    <p>Santa Claus had been there with the nicest wagon for Fred
+    and a warm, seal-skin cap that lay right in the middle of it.
+    When papa left the room, puss and her kitty were curled up
+    comfortably on the rug singing their sleepy song.</p>
+
+    <p>The sun was shining brightly in the dining-room window when
+    Jessie and Fred made their appearance; then Fred just laughed
+    with delight, for right in the crown of his new cap lay the
+    cutest white kitten, with big, blue eyes and wee pink nose,
+    while standins close by as if to guard her darling from danger,
+    was good old mother puss.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/053.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig053"
+             id="fig053"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/053.jpg"
+             alt="cat and kittens" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page50"
+       id="page50"></a>[pg 50]</span>
+
+    <p>"I never had a live Christmas present before," said Fred,
+    "now I know Santa Claus read the letter I threw up the chimney
+    because I told him to bring me a kitten and here it is."</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/054.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig054"
+             id="fig054"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/054.jpg"
+             alt="woman throwing snowball" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>Papa smiled and looked at mamma, and then everybody said
+    "Merry Christmas" at once.</p>
+
+    <p class="author">OLIVER
+    HERFOLD.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page51"
+       id="page51"></a>[pg 51]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p51"
+       id="p51">SUSY'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT.</a></h2>
+
+    <p>"Tell us a story, nursie; please do", begged two little
+    golden-haired girls, as they snuggled on the soft rug before
+    the fire. "Did you ever have just what you wished for at
+    Christmas, when you were a little girl?"</p>
+
+    <p>"Yes, I did once. I was the oldest, and had two brothers and
+    three little sisters. We did not have a beautiful home like
+    this. We lived in a little cottage. It was pretty, though, in
+    the summer time, when the roses and pinks were in bloom. My
+    father was dead, and mother worked for the rich people around
+    the village. There was plenty to do about holiday times.</p>
+
+    <p>"It was the day before Christmas. Mother was at the house of
+    a very rich and kind lady. She was going to have a grand party
+    in the evening.</p>
+
+    <p>"Mother told me, when she went away, to mind the children,
+    and perhaps I might have a nice Christmas present. I knew we
+    should have plenty of candy and cake, and other nice things,
+    from Mrs. Reid's. We often had pretty clothes, too, that Mamie
+    and Robbie Reid had outgrown.</p>
+
+    <p>"I had been wishing for a muff; but I knew Mother could not
+    afford to buy me one. It was hard enough even to get shoes for
+    us all. I thought I should have to be satisfied with
+    mittens.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page52"
+       id="page52"></a>[pg 52]</span>
+
+    <p>"It was quite dark, and we all sat around the fire. I had
+    rocked Tilly to sleep and put her to bed. Willie and Joe were
+    playing cat's-cradle. The rest of us were making believe we
+    were rich and could have all we wanted for Christmas.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:60%;">
+        <a href="images/056.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig056"
+             id="fig056"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/056.jpg"
+             alt="story telling time" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>"All at once there was a heavy step on the porch, and a
+    knock at the door. I opened it, with Margie and Amy clinging to
+    my dress. A boy shoved a big box into the room and shouted, 'A
+    merry Christmas to you!' He then ran out at the
+    gate.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page53"
+       id="page53"></a>[pg 53]</span>
+
+    <p>"The box had all our names on the cover, and the children
+    were wild to see what was inside.</p>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:25%;">
+        <a href="images/057-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig057-1"
+             id="fig057-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/057-1.jpg"
+             alt="looking out the door" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>"'Wait till mother comes,' I said; and pretty soon we heard
+    her at the gate, She seemed surprised, and said Santa Claus had
+    remembered us early.</p>
+
+    <p>"Mother advised us to go to bed and wait until morning to
+    see our presents. It was pretty hard; but we had some oranges
+    and candy, and I put the boys to bed. Margie and I wondered and
+    guessed what was in the box; but at last we fell asleep.</p>
+
+    <p>"You may be sure we were up early in the morning. There were
+    dolls and toys for the little ones, with hoods and mittens, and
+    for me a lovely squirrel muff, lined with blue, with a soft
+    little boa for my neck. I was a happy girl that Christmas, I
+    can tell you.</p>
+
+    <p>"And now, my dears, you must go to bed, or Santa Claus will
+    not be able to find your stockings."</p>
+
+    <p>"Oh! I hope I shall have what I want to-morrow!" said
+    Gracie.</p>
+
+    <p>"And I, too," echoed Helen. "And your story was very nice,
+    nursie."</p>
+
+    <p>"Good-night, and call us early in the
+    morning."</p><br clear="all" />
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:40%;">
+        <a href="images/057-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig057-2"
+             id="fig057-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/057-2.jpg"
+             alt="flowers" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page54"
+       id="page54"></a>[pg 54]</span>
+
+    <h2><a name="p54"
+       id="p54">SANTA CLAUS'S LETTER.</a></h2>
+
+    <p>Christmas was coming. Jamie and Ted had already begun to
+    write long letters to Santa Claus. But one thing was rather
+    queer: both boys asked him for the same things.</p>
+
+    <p>Each little letter ended with,&mdash;"Just like
+    Brother's."</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/058.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig058"
+             id="fig058"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/058.jpg"
+             alt="child with dolls" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>They agreed to ask for only one sled. They would rather ride
+    together. Now was not this very sweet and loving?</p>
+
+    <p>One night, after they had gone to bed, Jamie said, "Ted, if
+    Santa Claus brings us skates, Jim can teach us how to use
+    them."</p>
+
+    <p>"Oh, yes; and if we get fur mittens it will be such fun to
+    make a fort."</p>
+
+    <p>"And a snow-man," Jamie answered.</p>
+
+    <p>Ted went oh: "I'll always ride the sled down a hill, and you
+    can ride it up."</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page55"
+       id="page55"></a>[pg 55]</span>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/059.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig059"
+             id="fig059"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/059.jpg"
+             alt="boys sledding" /></a>
+    </div><span class="pagenum"><a name="page56"
+       id="page56"></a>[pg 56]</span>
+
+    <p>"I guess you won't," Jamie said, speaking loudly.</p>
+
+    <p>"Why not?" Ted asked.</p>
+
+    <p>"Because it'll be as much my sled as yours."</p>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:35%;">
+        <a href="images/060.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig060"
+             id="fig060"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/060.jpg"
+             alt="out of bed" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>"Yes, of course," Ted replied; "but I chose it first."</p>
+
+    <p>"You are a selfish boy!" said Jamie.</p>
+
+    <p>"Well, then, so are you!"</p>
+
+    <p>"I don't care. I won't sleep with you. I'll ask mamma if I
+    can't have the first pick; I'm the biggest," roared Jamie,
+    bounding out of bed.</p>
+
+    <p>"You're a big, cross cry baby," Ted shouted, jumping out
+    after his brother.</p>
+
+    <p>Away ran Jamie to mamma, with Ted at his heels. Both were
+    angry. Both talked at once.</p>
+
+    <p>Mamma was grieved. Her dear little boys had never been so
+    unkind to each other before. She kissed their hot faces and
+    stroked their pretty hair. She told them how their naughty
+    words hurt her. She showed them how displeased God was to see
+    two little brothers quarrel.</p>
+
+    <p>That night they went to sleep in each other's arms, full of
+    love and forgiveness.</p>
+
+    <p>Christmas morning came at last. Very early the boys crept
+    out of bed, just to "feel" their stockings.</p>
+
+    <p>Papa heard them, and, remembering that he was once a boy
+    lighted the gas.</p>
+
+    <p>Each little red stocking was full from toe to top. Boxes and
+    <span class="pagenum"><a name="page57"
+       id="page57"></a>[pg 57]</span> paper parcels were piled
+       around them. Such shouting! Such a good time! It seemed as
+       if all their letters had been answered.</p>
+
+    <p>Suddenly Jamie cried, "O Ted, here's a letter!"</p>
+
+    <p>They put their little heads together, and with papa's help
+    spelled this out:&mdash;</p>
+
+    <blockquote>
+        <p>"My dear Boys,&mdash;No sled this year. It quarrelled so
+        I was afraid to bring it. I dropped it off the load about a
+        week ago. Get ready for it next year.&nbsp;&nbsp; Merry Christmas!
+        &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;SANTA CLAUS."</p>
+    </blockquote>
+
+    <h2><a name="p57"
+       id="p57">A RAGGED CHRISTMAS FEAST.</a></h2>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:90%;">
+        <a href="images/061.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig061"
+             id="fig061"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/061.jpg"
+             alt="poor children" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>On Christmas day there is a great feast in Dublin. This, you
+    know, is the chief city of Ireland. The feast is made for the
+    children. There are in that city a great many little ones who
+    are very <span class="pagenum"><a name="page58"
+       id="page58"></a>[pg 58]</span> very poor. There are kind
+       people there, also, who look after these poor children. They
+       have what they call "ragged schools," where many of them are
+       taught to read, and to sew, and other useful things.</p>
+
+    <p>Dr. Nelaton is a famous minister in Dublin, and every year
+    he, with other good people, gets up this great feast for the
+    children. About eight hundred of them came last year. Some of
+    these were only half-clad, and all were very ragged. They were
+    seated at long, narrow tables, which were covered with a white
+    cloth, The children from the ragged schools wore aprons in
+    bright colors, to hide their rags. Each school had a color of
+    its own. These aprons were only lent them for the day, and the
+    children felt very fine in them. But there were two long rows
+    without any aprons. These were little ones who had been picked
+    up along the streets. Each ragged scholar had permission to
+    bring all the children he could find. And, oh, how ragged and
+    dirty these two rows were!</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/062.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig062"
+             id="fig062"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/062.jpg"
+             alt="feasting" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <p>But they brightened up, just like the children with aprons,
+    when they saw the feast. A huge mug of steaming tea and an
+    immense bun to each child! Rarely did they have such a treat as
+    this. And how they did eat! Each child had all he wanted. It
+    would have done you good to see their poor, pinched faces beam
+    with delight. <span class="pagenum"><a name="page59"
+       id="page59"></a>[pg 59]</span> During the meal a large
+       throng of orphan children in the gallery sung some sweet
+       songs. Then, after the feast, there were small gifts, and
+       little speeches and prayers, and more songs. The little
+       ragged ones seemed like new beings in this atmosphere of
+       love. Such a glad day as that Christmas was a rare event in
+       their sad lives. Children who live in happy homes know
+       little about the sufferings of the poor. Perhaps, if they
+       knew more, such little ones would try harder, by gifts and
+       kind acts, to carry sunshine to sorrowful hearts.</p>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:80%;">
+        <a href="images/063-1.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig063-1"
+             id="fig063-1"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/063-1.jpg"
+             alt="receiving gifts" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:30%;">
+        <a href="images/063-2.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig063-2"
+             id="fig063-2"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/063-2.jpg"
+             alt="emblem" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/064.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig064"
+             id="fig064"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/064.jpg"
+             alt="playing children" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figcenter"
+         style="width:75%;">
+        <a href="images/065.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="fig065"
+             id="fig065"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/065.jpg"
+             alt="sleepy children" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figleft"
+         style="width:45%;">
+        <a href="images/cover.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="figcover"
+             id="figcover"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/cover.jpg"
+             alt="front cover" /></a>
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="figright"
+         style="width:45%;">
+        <a href="images/cover-back.jpg"
+             target="blank"
+             name="figcover-back"
+             id="figcover-back"><img width="100%"
+             src="images/cover-back.jpg"
+             alt="back cover" /></a>
+    </div><br clear="all" />
+    <hr class="full" />
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 13213 ***</div>
+</body>
+</html>
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 04:41:37 -0700
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