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BY MRS. M. E. MILLER.
AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY,
150 NASSAU STREET, NEW YORK.
ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the yedr 1875, by
THE AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY,
in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
EARLY one sunny morning an
old-time song, sung by a sweet
child voice, floated out of an upper
window of the Riverside Farm-
Perhaps in all its winding way
from old Whiteface mountain down
to the sea, the Hudson did not catch
a merrier sound nor pass a lovelier
' A little mite of a maid was up
stairs, helping her mother. Again
she came to the window to shake
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her duster daintily; and stood to
listen to an oriole long enough for
you to see her yellow hair and
catch the tune she began as the
bird flew away.
SThat was Beulah Seymour.
Her heart is so full of happiness
that it runs over all the time, out of
her merry blue eyes and her laugh-
Up stairs and down, in one door
and out 0 another, she comes and
goes singing the live-long day, set-
ting work, lessons and play to music.
She-thinks a good deal about the
prayers she prays, and the hymns
* j" Mother," she said just then, as
she helped to spread the counter-
pane straight and smooth, if
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"' I want to be an angel
And with the angels stand,'
I suppose I'd better behave a little
like an angel down here!"
"I think so," said her mother.
"But I think neither you nor John-
nie were at all angelic when you
were disputing before breakfast."
"Well"-Beulah looked pitifully
discouraged-" I'm sorry; but I
guess if I had seen two hundred
angels looking in the windows I
should have slapped Johnnie just
the same, he teazed me so! But
I '11 try not to be so cross.next time !"
Oh, she is a very human child;
but you see she really thinks, and
tries to do right.
Next, she found herself in the
kitchen, where Jennie Murray, the
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maid-of-all-work, was picking chick-
Jennie looked up smiling, as
Beulah came in singing "Precious
Jewels." The kind-hearted little
girl quickly set new words to the
tune she loved, as she took the
broom and began to sweep in a
"Three chickens to pick, Jennie!
Well, I guess you're in a flurry.
I'11 take hold and sweep up
Your hot kitchen in a hurry,
I wont bother, nor break-so,
Good Jennie, do n't worry;
I'11 begin at the corners
Sure as your name is Murray."
When the kitchen was swept and
Jennie had thanked her a great
many times, she went into the sit-
ting-room, where Grandma Sey-
mour sat, cutting and basting patch-
Come, Beulah," grandma said;
"your block is waiting for you."
Then busy Beulah brought her
bit of a thimble, and began the
work that grandma expected her to
do every morning.
"Guess it's going to be easy to
sew because it's so pretty. This
blue is like Ella's dress; and this
brown is like yours. Why it's as
pretty as-as you, grandma!"
"Why, Beulah!" exclaimed the
good old lady looking over her
spectacles to see what the child
"Of course you're the prettiest
grandma in the world, with your
nice gray curls. When I get big,
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and you get little, I'11 buy you a
pink dress like mine, and a red
feather in your hat, and a yellow
sunshade, and red shoes and blue
gloves, antc you need n't ever sew a
patch unless you want to!"
"Thank you, especially for the
shoes and sunshade. But don't
you want to sew this morning?"
Ye-es-I would, after I find out
where grandpa is; he told papa he
was going to look at the melons,
and maybe he would take me."
Here lhe is!" grandpa called
cheerily from the piazza.
The half-glass door of the sitting-
room opened on the piazza, where
everybody loved to sit and admire
the view. The morning paper was
on the old gentleman's knees, but
he was enjoying more than the
news,. the breeze that blew his gray
hair playfully, as he watched the
boats passing up and down the
river, and the trains coming and
going rapidly on the other shore.
"Calico-patch first, Beauty, if
grandma says so; and melon-patch
afterward; grandpa can wait!"
Grandma, do you think it's very
polite to call me by the bossy's
name?" Beulah said, making-believe
It's hardly necessary for him to
call either his calf or his baby Beau-
ty, I think!" said grandma, who was
a little afraid grandpa would spoil
his grandchildren. "There, there,
Beulah, I see two long stitches!"
"0 grandma; I do n't think you
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need spectacles, if you can see such
a little bit o' naughty as that!"
"What makes me tell you when
the stitches are too long, Beulah?"
"So I can pick em out, likely."
"No, that's only half the reason.
It is so that you will get so used to
taking short, even stitches, that by-
and-by you will never take an
uneven one. Shame on a lady that
can't sew well! It's no great credit
to sew nicely, but to sew badly is a
Come, now," said grandpa, reach-
ing in for his cane. "If we're going
to get melons for dinner."
Pull out the basting first, Beulah;
carefully, do n't break it; there, wind
it on the small spool. Now you
--Quickly Beulah found her sun-
bonnet, and big, black Caesar chal-
lenged her to a race down the hill.
Grandpa followed slowly.
Arrived at the melon-patch he
was quite as happy as his little girl;
his favorite fruit had grown so well.
He took out a pocket-rule, in his
haste to measure a big melon.
What do you call that, grandpa ?"
"No-that inchy thing."
"Oh! a foot-rule; twelve inches
make a foot. I've carried this ivory
rule in my pocket forty years, I
suppose, little girl."
"0 grandpa; as long as you
read those people waited in the
wilderness for the promised land!"
Yes, dear; but I've got a golden
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rule, that I've carried sixty-odd
years. I guess I'll give it to you
now." Grandpa's eyes twinkled.
"Oh! shiny gold, grandpa!"
Beulah hopped around the little
heap of picked melons. "But I
haven't any pockets!" she said
wofully, standing still again.
But you must carry this rule in
"I can't measure melons with it
then, grandpa!" Beulah held out
her hand for the shining treasure.
I do n't know, you must meas-
ure your life by it." Grandpa placed
his hand lovingly on her head.
" Here it is, Beulah, Do unto others
as you would have others do unto
Oh, I see grandpa, it's something
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from the Bible to learn. I'll put it
away in my heart, with my love
and my songs. But please say it
And over and over they said it,
as they went slowly back, carrying
a basket of melons between them;
Caesar doing his best, in vain, to
entice Beulah away from dear
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Now, you may scold, and quon/k
and hiss away, you old geese; you
can't have my nice melon I"
Beulah sat on the door-step of
the outer kitchen or laundry, where
the water from the spring was al-
ways running. She liked its tink-
ling, plashing music almost as
well as a cold drink, as she rested
there often; and as often fed the
geese which were grandmother's
Just you behave yourselves
till I eat up and drink up this love-
ly, juicy, pinky piece, and I'll go
ask Barney for some corn for you !"
But as plainly as they could the
noisy geese tried to tell that they
did not like to wait-that they
would rather have melons now,
than corn by-and-by-or that mel-
ons were none too good pay for
the feathers grandma picked off of
them yesterday. Then they seemed
to remember that grandma said
those very feathers were going into
a pillow for Beulah's bed, and there
was the very Beulah eating just
out of their reach.
Hiss'ss'ss'ss !" they hissed so
spitefully, that Beulah got up and
She was tripping down to the
cornhouse, when her mother called
her to come in, as it was the lesson-
From eleven to twelve o'clock
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each day, Beulah studies her little
lessons and recites them to her
mother. After dinner she prac-
tises an hour, or the same kind
teacher gives her a lesson at the
Ella and John, the only brother
and sister she has, go to school in
the village three miles away.
Their father takes them there in
the morning; but often mother
and Beulah go with the old pony
and rockaway, to get them in the
Beulah has a white kitten, that
she pets and plays with as if it
were a live doll. The kitten has
about as much taste for music as
some little girls have; and Beulah
was as foolish as some mothers,
to insist on such a pupil's prac-
There was once a woman who
had plenty of money but very little
sense. She sent her child to school,
and was vexed because the teach-
ers did not make her a smart
"Isabella has no capacity for
learning," one of the teachers told
"No capacity! Then I '11 buy
her one !" said the silly mother.
But ah! she could no more buy
a capacity for her dull Isabella, than
Beulah can buy one for her Kitty
White; that, only God can give.
Kitty's music-lessons, however,
do some good in teaching her mis-
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Now, Kitty," said Beulah, that
day, "the first thing William Hen-
ry learned was 'scaling up and
down ;' so you must try it."
Me-cow," pleaded poor puss.
Begin now," slapping pussy's
paw; "mind your notes! There,
that's a tol'able scale for a kitten.
Now let's try Ella's new song."
The accompaniment ran pretty
much as Kitty wished-Beulah
was so busy getting words to suit
the tuneful time.
0 Kitty White, 0 Kitty White,
Another time you 'll get it right!
No flats nor sharps-you've hit it quite,
You darling precious Kitty White."
Then Kitty was released, after a
hug that would have astonished
the "little small wee bear" himself.
Come, Beulah," called her
mother; "it is time for us to go.
Take this bundle to the carriage;
I have the basket to carry."
"What is in the bundle, mother?"
asked Beulah, as Barney stowed it
under the seat.
"Some clothes that you and
Johnny have outgrown, that vwill
help.clothe the little Donnellys."
"'And what's in your basket?"
as Barney snugged that away
"Oh, some goodies for two or
three sick people on our way."
Then they were seated; Mrs.
Simmons took the reins, and Peter,
the pony, started off.
I know what they '11 say, moth-
er!" Mrs. Donnelly always says,
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' Your goodness, ma'am, is past the
common!' and the Flints 'bless
you' way into the carriage."
Beulah, I'm afraid you are
laughing at them. That is wrong,
for they thank us as well as they
know how. But we should do as
much for them, if they did not bless
us, I hope; it is only 'lending to
the Lord,' you know."
"Yes, mamma; the Lord that
made them poor and us rich."
Pony Peter trotted on over the
broad smooth road, with the river
in sight on the right hand, the
grand blue mountains on the left;
comfortable farmhouses, both right
and left; birds, sunshine, and the
sweet September air making the
ride very pleasant to that thought-
ful child. "I'm glad I'm not
Maggie Donnelly," she said at last,
"that is n't wicked, is it, mother ?"
"No; you cannot be too glad or
too thankful that God has given
you such a good home, such a good
"And the lovingest mother that
ever was !" Beulah added, squeez-
ing mother's arm lovingly.
And so much to help you to
live a beautiful life. But take care
that you never think yourself any
better than Maggie Donnelly, or
Rosy Flint. For we have nothing
that God has not given us, and in
any hour he may take our good
Would that make hard times ?"
"Yes, that would seem hard in-
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deed; but hundreds of people have
lost more money than papa owns;
and little girls who have been cared
for as tenderly as you have in these
hard times no more comforts than
Maggie or Rosy."
I am sorriest for them, mother."
"Then remember, dear, that
what you have ought to make you
humbly thankful and happy, but not
proud. You must do all the good
you can with the means God gives;
and remember the only place where
good things surely last for ever is
NOVEMBER came, and found the
apples all gathered, and the grape-
racks and arbors stripped of their
Only the nuts were left on the
trees waiting for the frost to open
the burs and let down what the
children craved, and claimed as
their portion of the year's harvest.
One Saturday morning, Mr. Sey-
mour said they would not wait any
longer for Jack Frost to help them,
he opened the burs so slowly; al-
though the north wind had covered
the ground with leaves the night
before. It would take patient chil-
dren, with bright eyes and busy
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fingers, to find the nuts after he
thrashed the trees.
Hurrah !" shouted Johnny-yes
actually shouted at the breakfast
"My composition can wait till
Then you can write something
crisp about nutting," suggested her
I can help too !" Beulah said.
"To be sure, bright-eyes!" said
grandpa; "only be sure to put on
oversioes and wrap up warm, for it
is very chilly; or else I'm getting
old-but that can't be, -can it,
Not too old to scamper off with
the rest, and enjoy this frolic like
any boy !" grandma answered.
"That's true-if they'll take
At which the children all begged
him to go, and they hurried away
to make ready.
Barney helped Johnny to find a
long, light pole. The little girls
brought together small baskets and
pails, and soon away they went,
merrily, down through the orchard
to the top of a bank, below which a
little creek ran tinkling down to the
There grew a tall chestnut-tree,
up which Papa Seymour climbed,
not quite as nimble as a squirrel,
but quite as determined as any
furry fellow to get all the nuts he
could for their winter's store. Bra-
cing himself against the trunk, he
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began switching the scattered clus-
ters of burs.
Down tumbled the nuts; while
with little screams of delight the
children hunted for them among the
damp grass and fallen leaves.
Oh, oh, is n't this fun, grandpa?"
"Yes, child, yes!" he said, leaning
on his cane.
We all do fade as a leaf," Ella
heard him saying softly to himself.
Grandpa, does it make you sad
to see the gay leaves fall?" she
Why, yes and no, child. I do n't
fret because the summer is gone,
and I must sit by the fire pretty
much till spring; but you see these
leaves make me think of the scores
of folks .that have fallen around
grandmother and me as we have
jogged aTong. Dear me, of all the
boys and girls that went to school
with us, there are not half a dozen
feeble old folks left to talk with us
about old times. There, run down
the bank, Johnny says the nuts fall
thickest there. I'll help Birdie fill
her pint-cup here!"
Papa Seymour was almost up to
the top of the tree, after a few
tempting nuts, when Beulah saw
the branches swaying in the wind,
and cried in fright for him to come
down; they did not want those high
nuts. Then lightly he swung him-
self down, from limb to limb, till he
slid at last down to the ground be-
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SWell, Busy B.," he said, how
much a quart do you ask for chest-
I guess I must pay you, papa,
forty kisses for a pint!"
"Oh, that's too many!" laughed
"I've seen 'partial payments,' "said
grandpa, smiling; "and I've seen
partial papas 1"
Come, Johnny," Mr. Seymour
called; I'm going across to the
spring-lot to thrash those trees.
You may come back again if you
think you are leaving any among
the leaves here."
"Oh, wait, papa; see what we
have found," called Ella, coming,
flushed and panting, up the steep
Johnny followed, showing a mud-
turtle in his hand.
All crowded around to see the
Mr. Seymour took the turtle,
saying to the children, "See the
dull mud-color of his shell, given
him so that he can lie unnoticed on
the ground. See now, how closely
he can draw his feet within his
shell." Then he cut an E. and a J.
and a B. on the yellowish, under side
of the shell; then a '75 for the year
in which this was happening.
"Does n't it hurt the poor turtle?"
I think not, or I should not do
so," said her father.
No more than it hurts horses
to have their hoofs pared," said
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grandpa; "no more than it hurts
you to cut your nails."
"There, John," said the carver,
" I think we'll know this fellow if
we meet him out walking another
time. Put him down by the creek,
and come help Ella over the wall.
Steady now, grandpa; there, you
are over and I'11 hand you the bas-
kets. Now, Beulah, papa will jump
you over-here we go !"
O dear I what a frolic they had
under those three trees. Pell-mell"
the sweet brown nuts rattled down
upon heads and shoulders. Now
and then Beulah was a little hurt
by the prickly burs; but she did
The big walnut-tree in the lane
was the last to be whipped.
The children had watched the
nuts as they fell, from day to day,
and picked up odd pints of them.
But now they found a good many
on the ground which had been
gnawed by teeth sharper than their
"Ah, those roguish squirrels !"
said Mr. Seymour. Here, Beu-
lah, you begged me not to shoot the
squirrels last week, when they were
chattering so boldly in the trees
under the window; now see how
they thank you !"
Poor little hungry fellows," said
Beulah; "they do n't know that we
like the nuts better than acorns.
Perhaps if I go tell them, papa, they
will stay in the woods and eat the
acorns and leave us our nuts."
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While papa climbed the great
tree and began thrashing, away she
went to reason with a saucy, red
squirrel that sat in a tree by the
orchard-wall, cracking a nut, while
she talked to him.
"The air is so still just now,
father," said Mr. Seymour, after he
followed the last nut down, "that
we might set fire to Barney's brush-
heap. Children, do you want a
Oh, yes, indeed," John answered
for all; then he ran across to the
house for matches. The baskets
and pails were set carefully down
among the tangled berry-bushes and
Soon the heap was fired; it snap-
ped and crackled a while before the
flame became a certain thing-
father and grandfather walking
around it and feeding the small fire
with little twigs, till at last the
homely heap was a beautiful sight
round which the children played
and shouted with delight.
"Just so I saw the prairies burn-
ing, once on a time," said grandpa.
grandpa! who would be so
naughty as to burn the fairies?"
cried Beulah, quite distressed.
No, dollie; it was a great plain
called a prairie, flat as a house-floor,
covered with dry grass, that caught
fire from a locomotive."
Are there any fairies-I mean
prairies, left to burn, grandpa?"
"Yes, dear, miles after miles of
'em, and the flames run over them
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faster than these do over this brush.
I went out hunting-"
"Oh, tell us all about it," inter-
"On the prairies, when I was a
young man and lived in Buffalo for
Lived in Buffalo three years !"
screamed Beulah with such a puz-
zled look, that papa said, She
thinks grandpa did something more
wonderful than Jonah," and all
Should think you'd be afraid of
his horns," said Beulah, still puzzled
about grandpa's sojourn.
"Oh, I meant a city a little way
Did you go there on an all-night
beat?" asked the little girl.
Yes, almost an all-week boat-
on a packet, that carried us through
the canal splendidly for those days."
* Papa Seymour saw that grand-
pa was shivering and the children
were instinctively warming them-
selves by the fire. So he said they
had better go back to the house;
the fire would burn out by itself,
and mother would be getting anx-
ious about her little daughters.
Beulah told the squirrels they
would come back, after dinner, for
the walnuts. And John said to
Ella as they went home, It can't
be any sin to be proud of five quarts
of chestnuts, when we've worked
so hard to get 'em."
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ONE cold morning, starting with
the children for school, as Mr. Sey-
mour drove through the gate, he
came suddenly in front of a little
bare-headed girl, who had her apron
full of sprigs of green shrubs and
If you please, sir," she said tim-
idly, as he stopped the horses,
"would you mind if I pick some of
this green out of your woods ? We
get Prince's Pine and other stuff
nearer home, but here are the only
berries I can find anywhere."
"What do you want of them?"
he asked kindly.
I and the boys get the greens,
and mother helps us make wreaths
to sell in town, for the folks to hang
in their windows, agen Christmas."
Why, it's Maggie Donnelly,"
whispered Ella to her father.
He glanced at Ella hooded and
cloaked so comfortably, and then
at the poorly-clad child, and said :
Yes, yes : pick all the rubbish
you want, in the woods. But first
go down to the house, and tell the
folks I sent you there, for another
breakfast. Get up, there, Peter;
go on, Frank !"
"Good-by, Maggie," Ella said,
and away they rode.
Maggie did not quite want to go
to the handsome house and ask for
something to eat, although the
breakfasts she got at home were
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never hearty enough to make her
refuse a better one if offered to her
ever so soon after she had washed
up the porritch-bowls."
She wanted to see Beulah, and
felt sure of kind words from her
mother; so she went timidly down
to the house on the river-bank.
Caesar lying on the piazza growled
as she came towards him, on her
way around to the kitchen-door.
Maggie did not know that he
gave such a warning to the house
whenever a stranger came in sight,
and she was afraid. But the door
opened behind the big watchdog,
and Beulah called to her: "Why,
Sissy Donnelly, come right in here;
did you come to see me? Casar
wont hurt you, will you, Casar?"
The dog was a little ashamed
when his mistress caught him by
the collar to make sure of his bet-
ter behavior, as he rose and stood
eyeing the ragged frock of the
blushing visitor who could not find
Beulah drew her into the pretty
room where grandpa sat reading,
and grandma was again cutting
"Let's go and find mamma!"
said Beulah, seizing Maggie's cold
red hand, and leading her out
through the hall.
In the kitchen Mrs. Seymour
was beginning to fry a generous
batch of crullers. A very good
time for Maggie to happen in, to
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Jennie placed a chair beside the
stove for her, as Mrs. Seymour
kindly welcomed her there.
You can hardly guess how happy
the poor child was in the half-hour
she sat there-enjoying the savory
smell of the frying cakes, the
pleasure of watching the skillful
cook, and Beulah's merry chatter,
even more than the warmth of the
light orderly kitchen.
Presently the good mother gave
Beulah a plateful of the crullers
for herself and Maggie, and very
happy the oddly-mated little girls
were together. Then Jennie gave
each of them a cup of milk.
Seeing Maggie shudder when
she looked out at the flying snow-
flakes, Mrs. Seymour said:
"Tell your mother I think you
ought not to wander so far alone;
one of your brothers should come
with you; you might fall among
the rocks and stones and not be
able to help yourself up."
Mother does not fret, ma'am;
she says God takes double care of
such poor children."
"You are right, I think, Maggie.
Most little girls could not run bare-
headed to-day without getting sick."
"But my thick hair keeps my
head warm, and master Johnny's
shoes are iligant entirely !" said
Yes, it is beautiful, heavy hair;
but you will be glad to wear Beulah's
hood, now the snow has come."
Please let me give it to her,"
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cried Beulah, hurrying to bring the
comfortable speckled hood, that had
kept first Ella's ears, and then her
own, very warm, so long that mam-
ma thought she could spare it then.
When Beulah tied it snugly un-
der her chin, Maggie rose to go,
thanking them prettily for the crul-
lers and the hood; then blushing as
Mrs. Seymour put around her neck
a warm, old cape, and hung on her
arm a small pail filled with crullers,
for the children left at the poor
That same night a boy met Jen-
nie at the woodpile, and handed
her back the pail and as pretty a
Christmas wreath as ever hung in
those sightly windows. Then the
boy ran shyly away.
The next night was Christmas
eve. "Better hurry to bed, chil-
dren," said their mother, who
seemed busier and happier than
usual, after supper.
"Yes, Beulah, before old Santa
Claus kicks the dash-board out of
the chimney!" said Johnny.
Guess you mean the fire-board,"
Well," said Beulah with a sigh,
" I'd give all the five-centses in my
bank to see him!"
"And I '11 give all my five senses
till he comes!" said quick-witted
If I should see him out there
on the snow," Beulah went on, look-
ing out in the moonlight with big
eyes, half afraid she should see him;
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"if I could see him out there, I'd
wink my finger to him to come in,
just so," and she beckoned with
her little fat finger.
"No, you wouldn't, I'm surely
You'd be afraid !" said John.
"O papa! oh my! there he is!"
screamed Johnny, really afraid;
and all followed the direction of his
eyes towards the door.
Through the glass half of it, they
saw what startled the boy, and his
elders too, indeed.
A moment after, a tap was heard.
Mr. Seymour opened the door and
somebody, hidden in furs, came in.
"Are you the right honorable,
best-beloved Santa Claus?" papa
asked, as his eyes answered the
twinkle of the new-comer's.
He was surely "wrapped all in
fur, from his head to his foot." A
huge fur cap came down to his
handsome brown eyes. Frost cov-
ered his eyebrows; icicles hung
from his beard. Papa Seymour
grasped his hand firmly, and walk-
ed him right up to the fire.
Mamma, laughing, came near;
while grandma and grandpa were
as certainly wonder-struck as the
children. The stranger looked at
them all, and then asked in a deep
"Are you all ready for Santa Claus
to-night? Have you been good
children all the year round ?"
"Oh, I know you, old Santy !" said
Ella, both provoked and delighted.
And Johnny made a spring
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right into his arms; but Beulah
still stood by grandpa's chair.
It's Uncle Henry Brown!" cried
Johnny, reaching for the fur cap,
and freeing the great white fore-
head. But not until the fur coat
had been drawn off by mamma and
papa, and the icicles were wiped
away from his smiling mouth, did
Beulah venture nearer.
Uncle Henry explained that he
had come straight down from Can-
ada; and finding no chance to ride
down from the village had walked
on, to be in time to hang up his
stocking with the children's.
Such fun as they had around the
table while Uncle Henry ate his
Such comfort as they had after-
ward, when Uncle Henry, after
much talking and laughing, asked
if they could not sing together.
Ella played carols and the chil-
dren sang, as they had practised in
Then mamma played and old
and young sang dear old hymns.
Last of all, Uncle Henry played
and sang so beautifully,
"While shepherds watched their flocks by night,"
that the old Bible story came be-
fore the children like a panorama,
and filled them with the spirit of
Soon after they went to bed, the
youngest in full faith that Santa
Claus would come before morning.
As for Ella and John, their trust
in their patron-saint was shattered:
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but they had enough besides to
make them happy. Johnny fell
asleep wondering if the star that
went before the shepherds still held
its place in the sky; but Ella knew
that though that star had faded
away, Christ, the Sun of Righteous-
ness, had risen, and her heart was
opening to welcome his light.