Happy holidays


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"There is one comfort-
about it," said mamma, .
" we shan't hear a fire- ". .
cracker all day." '
"Nor a bell nor a
gun," said aunt Fanny.
Oh Oh wailed the -
children. "It won't be a
bit like Fourth of July."
"I don't see, mamm in a,
why you don't like fire- '
crackers," said James.
"I have told you why
a great many times,"
said mamma. When I
was a little girl I had
such a fright. It was
when your uncle Jack
got that little scar over AUNT FANNY.
his left eye. My twin brothers, your uncle Bliss and uncle



Ned, had laid in a great stock of firecrackers, and somehow,
nobody ever knew just how, they set them all on fire at once,
and there was such an explosion!, Jack's little dog Jip had his
ears and tail scorched, and Jack was knocked over and hit his
head against a corner
S ,". . of something.
I was playing with
""my dolls and mamma
I, 1 was talking to me when
we heard the noise.
And Bridget and Katy
l a shrieked, and mamma
and I ran to see what
was the matter, and
then mamma fainted and
I was so frightened I
4-. have never liked to
hear a firecracker since."
Well, I think a
Fourth of July with-
out a firecracker will
be just dismal," said
OSCAR AND LINA SINGING VIVA ITALIA." Jamie, looking very dis-
mal himself.
"We'll see," said aunt Fanny cheerfully. "There's the flag,
you know."
Mamma had a United States flag -in one of her trunks. She
said an American family living abroad ought always to have their
national flag.
On Fourth of July morning aunt Fanny went out before any

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should all go under it as they came in. Then
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looked so surprised! Everybody but aunt Fanny. She looked wise.
"Oh, that sounds like Fourth of July!" said Mabel.
"I wonder where he learned that?" asked Jamie, and aunt
Fanny smiled, and Oscar looked very roguish.
"I guess aunt Fanny taught it to him for a surprise," said
In the afternoon they went to walk, and what do you think
they saw? An Italian Punch and Judy! and it was exactly like the
American Punch and Judy. There was Punch with his big nose
and red face and his queer hat, and there was Judy with her
red face. And Punch shouted and scolded, and punched Judy's
eye with his stick, and threw the baby out on the ground,
just as he does in America. Only he scolded in Italian, of
How the children laughed! and there was the sick English lady
and her two children listening too.
"It's just like the New York Punch and Judy," said Jack.
I suppose some of you never saw Punch and Judy. They
are little puppets. The showman is hidden in the box and
makes them dance and talk and fight, and, 0, it is very funny!
When night came they did miss the fireworks so much!
Always at home in America, they had fireworks on Fourth of
July eve.
But aunt Fanny said, "We will illuminate anyway." So she
sent out and bought two dozen wax candles. They were all
colors--blue, and pink, and green. They put them about the
flowers, and when they were lighted the room looked very pretty
"It's been a pretty good Fourth of July after all," said Jamie.
"And not a firecracker!" said mamma.




"Ka, ka, ka; koo-ook, koo, koo, koowa; a, wak, ah, ah, ah; ka,
Ska, ka--" That was the first thing Helen heard on Christmas
It was the cry of the great brown kingfisher. But it sounded
just like laughter.
That is the reason why the people of Australia call this bird
the "laughing jackass." Is not that a very queer name for a bird?
The laughing jackass laughs very early in the morning. The
-sun had not yet risen, but Helen hurried out of bed.
How warm it was! Christmas comes at the very hottest part
of the year in Australia.
Helen put on her pretty white gown and pink sash.
Then she went out on the veranda. All the rooms opened
on the veranda. There were only four rooms in the house.
The table was already set. They were going to breakfast out
"there. The magpies were perching on the vines which ran over
the veranda. They chattered and sang to Helen.
Magpies are very tame birds. They are, sometimes too tame.
A magpie came into the house one day and carried off Helen's
There were other birds besides magpies. Australia is a land of
beautiful birds. There were lively white cockatoos. Is not that
one in the picture a beauty?
Away up in the tall gum-trees Helen saw a flock of lories.

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What splendid birds they were, with their scarlet and green
and black plumage!
Lories live on honey, and they are very fond of the honey of
the gum-tree blossoms.
They have a tongue made
expressly to eat honey
"It is slender, and cov- ,
ered with stiff hairs. It I
is like a little brush, and -
they brush out the honey .
with it.
They eat so much honey
sometimes, and are so full,
that it runs over out of i -.
their mouths Greedy .
Two or three little par-
oquets were flying about
the pomegranate and
orange-trees. THE LORIES.
The garden was full of
flowers. There were roses and tall scarlet lilies, and great gera-
nium bushes.
The figs and the apricots were ripe.
"How lovely it all is!" said Helen, and what a cold time
grandma is having in Vermont!"
Helen used to live in Vermont, where, as you know, there is
plenty of snow and ice at Christmas. This was her first Christ-
mas in Australia.


Her pet parrot flew down and lighted on her shoulder. He
smoothed his feathers and said "Pretty boy! pretty boy! "
Helen never shuts him up in a cage. He lives in the trees
and has good times.
Just then Binnahan came round the corner of the house. She
was leading a kangaroo.
"Kismass gift for little Missee," she said. She laughed and
showed her white teeth.
"0! 0!" cried Helen. "Mamma, come quick! it's just the
splendidest Christmas gift I ever had!"
It was a pretty gift. The kangaroo was almost as tall as
Binnahan, but- it was only half grown.
It was very tame. Binnahan's father caught it when it was
very young.
Binnahan is a little Australian girl. Her skin is brown, and she
has soft pretty eyes and curly hair. She wore a calico frock that
Helen's mamma had given her.
Her little arms and legs were bare. In July, when it is cold,
she wears an opossum skin.
Helen named her kangaroo "Kissmass," on the spot. Kiss-
mass hopped up on the veranda and poked his nose in among
the breakfast dishes.
He broke a cup the first thing, but nobody cared.
Helen's mamma gave Binnahan a big slice of Christmas pudding.
"Good, well good!" said Binnahan, and smacked her lips.
Kissmass grew very fast. He grew taller than Helen. They
are now very fond of each other.
Helen watches him closely. She is afraid that some day a
kangaroo dog may catch him.
I hope not, don't you ?



UEENIE went to a garden party
S. on May-day. Queenie's home is
S' in New England; but this May-
7 day she was in Alabama. Mam-
ma was not well, and Queenie
"was just getting up from the
S, :" measles, so papa had sent them
away from the Boston east
The little Southern girls chose
.(' ,.-ii, for their May queen, and crowned
2 l hvr with flowers. They sang and danced
around a Maypole. Garlands of flowers were
hung on the Maypole. The day was sunny
and sweet. The pretty China trees were in bloom,
. and so were the magnolias, and Cape jessamines.
The trees were full of birds; blue birds, yellow birds, green
birds, and red birds. The mocking birds sang, and Queenie
thought she had never known such. a lovely May-day. May-day
in New England is almost always chilly.
Aunt Joanna had written that she was going to have a May-
day party too, and would write Queenie all about it. Aunt Joanna
lives in Boston, at the West End. She and Queenie are dear and
intimate friends.
So one morning as mamma was walking in the garden, Queenie
came flying down the path.

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"0 mamma!" she said, auntie's letter has come. Please come
quick and read it. I am so impatient!" And here is the letter:

The party was a great success, and was splendid! You remem-
ber Joe Snelling, of course. He is in my Sunday-school class.
Well, the first thing I did was to go down and find Joe one
Sday. I found him in an old tumble-down house near one of
",,.the wharfs.
SHis mother was out washing, and Joe was taking care of the
children. He came to the door, and the children came to the
door. Such a roly-poly little brother as Joe has got! He's as
broad as he is long!
Now, Joe," said I, ".I'm going to have h May-day party, and
I want you to invite the guests. Do you know twenty boys
who would like to have a good time?"
"I guess I do," said Joe, "plenty of 'em."
",Mind, now," I said, I want boys that aren't used to having
Sa good time. I don't care how ragged they'ree"
4nd Joe said he'd see to it right away as soon as his mother
got home* from. washing. The next day Joe came, and said he'd
"invited the boys.
"Some of 'em are newsboys, and all of 'em works for a livin',"
;said Joe, "and they can't come early."
S So I said eight o'clock, and we got a room for the party; the
Mission lent us one. At eight o'clock there they all were, and
Ragged enough too! But each one of them had washed his face
till it shone, and their hands were clean. Their hair, to be sure,
was not nice, but then I do not suppose many of them own
combs. Some of them wore shoes and stockings. Others wore




shoes and no stockings, and a few had neither shoes nor stockings.
But' it almost seemed that the raggeder they were, the merrier
they were. How their eyes shone!
We had supper the first thing, because I knew they were hun-
gry. Susie and Katy waited upon them. We had plenty of hot,
sweet coffee, and well-buttered rolls,, and cold chicken, and tongue.
Then we had frosted pound cakes. Uncle Ned said they ought to
have ice-cream, and so he sent in a great, sparkling, pink-and-
white pyramid of it. How those boys did cheer when they saw
After supper Blitz came in. He is a great friend of mine, you
know; and he said he would do something to amuse the boys.
So he gave some of his very prettiest tricks.
He had a flower-pot filled with earth. He held up a seed.
"Now, boys," said he, "do you see this seed? It is a pome-
granate seed. I am going to plant it, and you shall see it
So he planted the pomegranate seed in the pot, and then cov-
ered it with a box. In a moment he took off the box, and there
sure enough, the seed had sprouted, and we saw two tiny green
He covered the pot again. When he uncovered it the second
time, we saw that the pomegranate had grown six inches, and was
covered with leaves. He covered it again, and again he took off
the box. This time the little tree was a-bloom with flowers!
How the boys did stare!
The last time he took off the box the tree was loaded with
its crimson fruit! Was not that a pretty trick ? The boys cheered
and cheered again. We let them cheer all they wanted too.
After Blitz got through, we asked if some of the boys couldn't


do something. And Joe spoke up and said Whistler could. He'd
brought his violin, and it seems he never went anywhere without
it. Whistler proved to be the very raggedest boy in the lot.
His trousers were torn, and his shirt was torn awfully, and he
was barefoot. But how he did play! He played "Sweet By and
By," and Araby's Daughter," and bits from Pinafore," and we
didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it was all so beautiful.
So we cried first, and laughed after-
wards. Uncle Ned wiped his eyes,
and I wiped mine, and Susie and
Katy wiped theirs on their aprons.
And then we found out that Whistler's
real name is Charles Warren; and
he has no father, or mother, or
brother, or sister, or grandfather, or
grandmother, and he lived in a corner
of a room, where ten other people live.
He had a mother once, of course,
and she used to call him "Charley."
Uncle Ned was so pleased with
Whistler and his music, that he asked
him, if he wouldn't like to be his
boy, and be called Charley once more.
And the very next day he went down
to the North End, and brought Whistler
- now Charley home, and you
wouldn't know him if you should see
him to-day.
He has got just the nattiest, prettiest navy-blue suit of clothes,
with knickerbockers, and scarlet stockings, and cap with a scarlet


band, and very pretty it is with his soft black eyes and black
hair. .
He brought his violin, of 'course, and I can hear him playing
" Home, sweet home," this very minute up-stairs.. He has the
little room' with the balcony, next to uncle Ned's, for his own.
Now what do you think of my May-day party ?
Your dearest of aunties, JOANNA.


N Wednesday Rap is two years old, and he must
have a birthday party," said Willie's mamma.
A birthday party for Rap! Willie could
"hardly believe his ears! Rap is a pretty little
cocker-spaniel. He has brown and white silky
hair. His long, graceful ears look as if they
had been done up in crimping pins. He has
soft brown eyes, and a perfect plume of a tail.
"Is it a truly party with invitations and refreshments and all ?"
asked Willie.
"Yes," said mamma, and then she wrote the invitations.
"Master Rap Smart requests the pleasure of your company with
your mistress, on his birthday, Wednesday, June 8th, from -4 to 6
o'clock." This invitation was sent to Miss Flossy Barron, Snip's
mistress. Invitations were also sent to Duke Snelling, who lives in
West Park, and Tip O'Brien who lives at the Patch.



At first Willie thought he would not have Tip invited. He is
not a very well-bred dog. When you speak to him he tips over on
his back and sticks his four feet in the air. That is the reason he
is called Tip. But he is a good-natured dog, and an excellent
friend of Rap's.
Mordecai was invited.
He is a handsome cat
who lives in the attic. Go
to a dog's party! Not
he!. He would not dare .
even to show a whisker
there! So his mistress,
Miss Nellie, sent his "re-
grets." The morning of
the birthday came. Rap MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF TIlE DAY, DEAR RAP.
was up betimes, and leaped on Willie's bed and awakened him.
"Many happy returns of the day, dear Rap," said Willie hs he
patted his head.
Rap wore a blue satin necktie that day. It was a birthday
gift from Willie's mamma. It was very becoming.
Tip arrived first. Then came Duke. He is a fine large mastiff.
He wore a cardinal bow on his collar. He laid down and crossed
his paws. He looked quite like a lion.
Snip sat by his mistress. He is an English dog. Flossy- brought
him all the way from England. Her grandmamma lives in England.
She had a great time getting him from Chester to Liverpool.
She was travelling alone to meet her mamma. Every time the
guard looked into the railway carriage Snip showed his teeth and
growled at him.
Flossy was afraid the guard would be angry and take Snip out.
But he didn't.

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(The conductor of the railway train in England is called the guard.)
Rap shook hands with all the mistresses and touched noses with
all the dogs. Then they had the refreshments.
They had beefsteak, scrambled eggs, crackers, sponge cake, nuts,
candy and pop corn.
Mordecai sat on the attic stairs and sniffed the beefsteak. He
wanted some. But there wasn't a bit left. So Miss Nellie brought
him some real cream.
After refreshments they went out on the lawn. Rap entertained
his guests by showing them what he could do. Willie threw a ball
across the lawn and Rap found it and brought it back. He tossed
the ball in the air and caught it. Then hG leaped over the gate.
"Now see Duke!" said his mistress. Duke sat up. She put 4
chocolate cream on his nose.
"One-two-three!" she counted. Then Duke tossed the cream
into the air and caught it as it fell. He ate it and wagged his
tail for more.
.Then Snip sat up on his hind legs and sang "Hail Columbia."
At least Flossy said it was Hail Columbia." Perhaps he would
have sung it better if he were an American dog.
But how funny it did sound! Everybody laughed till they cried.
Everybody but Mordecai. He was sitting on a shed roof near by.
He was watching the dogs. He arched his back and every hair
stood on end, he was so frightened.
But Snip sang very gravely. How his eyes twinkled! He liked
the fun.
Everybody said the party was a great success. Miss Flossy says
she shall have one on Snip's birthday. It comes the Fourth of
July. That will be a good day to sing' "Hail Columbia."



Ethel was ill. Every day she grew paler and paler. The doctor
said it was too cold for her in England. "She must go to Eygpt
for the winter. That is just the air for her," he said.
So Ethel and her mamma went to spend the winter in Egypt.
They lived at Luxor, in an Arab house. They did not take
English servants with them. They had Arab servants.
There were Omar and Achmet and Ali.
Achmet was the cook. He was only ten years old, but he could
cook nicely. His coffee was splendid!
Ali did the washing and ironing. He was a boy too.
The doctor said Ethel must drink camel's milk. So every morning
Ali brought a camel to the house and milked it.
The camel's milk and the soft air of Egypt were good for Ethel.
Soon the pink color came into her pale cheeks. She began to grow
fat. One day Ali brought her a white kitty.
"She is thine, 0 lily of the Nile," he said. Then he made a
low bow.
("Biss" is the Arabic word for kitty.)
All the people were kind to the delicate little English girl.
They often brought her butter and eggs and honey.
Ethel had always had a Christmas-tree at her home in England
every year. "Why cannot I have a Christmas-tree here, mamma?"
she said. "I do not believe Ali or Achmet ever saw a Christmas-
tree. And I should like to give something to the people who are
so kind to me." Her mamma said she might, and then they looked
about to find a tree.


Such a time as they had! Now a palm-tree does not make a
very good Christmas-tree. They are very pretty and very tall, and
there does not seem to be any good place to hang things.
Even a small palm is not much better. But at last they tied
together two or three small palms and made a tree. It did very
The Christmas-tree was in the great hall of Karnak. This hall
hadn't any roof at all.
It is a big ruin "Awful big," Ethel said, and that is true.
Ethel's mamma hung strings of colored beads on the tree for
the little Egyptian children.
She hung English dolls and Noah's Arks, and fishes, and boats
with magnets, and tops and sugar plums, and ever and ever so many
other things. There were lighted tapers on the tree.
Ethel stood on a platform above the tree. She was the Christ-
Child, and how lovely she was! She was dressed in white, and
her pretty hair fell below her waist in soft golden waves.
When the little barefooted chil-
dren saw the tree and the Christ-
Child they shouted for joy.
"Verily thou art fair -like the
full moon Biemillah said the
grown folks.
Ethel herself gave each one his
gift. Then Omar burned a red light. You know what that is.
You have seen red lights on the Fourth of July.
The red light made the great ruins glow like the morning.
But the bats did not like it. There are a great many bats in
the great hall of Karnak, and they rustled out from their hiding
places and flew away.



OW, don't mope. Have a good
time and do what you like," said
uncle Alex and then he drove off in
the rain.
How it did rain! It poured
down upon the roofs, and dashed
against the windows. The water
stood in' pools on the walks and
driveway. And it was the Fourth
of July !
"Dave and Marjory had expected to eat ice-cream under the
trees. They had expected to play lawn tennis, and shoot at a
"target. They had expected to let off a bushel of firecrackers.
The flag had been run up the flag staff and it hung just like
a perfect rag, so wet was it. What a miserable, miserable Fourth
of July !
"Mean old thing!" spoke Dave, to be sick the Fourth of
July and spoil all our fun. We could stand the rain if uncle
Alex were here to play with us."
0 Dave," replied Marjory, "it isn't at all likely shb fell sick
on purpose."
Uncle Alex was a doctor, and had been called to old Mrs.
Van Norman, a very rich old lady who lived about twelve miles
Well, nobody's any business to be sick Fourth of July anyway,"
said Dave, and then he went in and slammed the door. He felt




better after he had done that. When we are vexed, you know,
it often makes us feel better to slam a door!
They wandered through the house in search of something to
do. It was a big house with a great number of rooms. They
looked into the kitchen, but cook was cross, so they did not
venture in. She was in the thick of dinner, and was having
trouble with the ice-cream.
They went through the parlors. How dismal they were with
the rain beating on the windows, and uncle Alex away.
They came to the library. This was uncle Alex's own room.
The tall bookcases were full of his books. Many curious and rare
things were scattered about the rooms. Uncle Alex had travelled
over the world and brought home these curious things.
There was a suit of armor in one corner by the window; a
suit of armor that somebody had worn three hundred years ago.
It looked just as if there might be a man inside of it now!
0, Marjory," said Dave, "didn't uncle Alex say we might do
what we liked? What a splendid target that window would make !"
and he pointed his pistol towards the great window of stained
"Dave! Dave!" cried Marjory in great fright. "What are
you thinking of?"
That's just what uncle Alex said himself to Mr. Prince the
other day. I heard him. 'It's good for nothing but a target,'
he said. 'If it were out of the way I'd have La Farge put in
a decent one. It's a wretched daub.' That's just what he said.
He won't care. We'll play it's Revolutionary, you know. Here
Crash! went the pistol through the glass.
"There, I've shot Arnold in the foot. Now for Burgoyne!"


Crash! went the pistol again. "He's a goner."
Crash! crash! went the pistol a third time!
"That's Yorktown, and the whole British army is gone to
smash !"
Just then the cook, and Susy the chambermaid, and the man
Michael, all came tumbling through the library door together.
They were quite frightened out of their wits by the noise.
And what are ye doin', Master Dave?" said Michael, seizing
Dave's arm. What will the master say?"
"Oh, he won't care," said Dave.
"Niver did I see the likes o' that boy," said Susy, and the
cook groaned.
"It's set me heart to palpitatin' that fast it'll be spilin' the
dinner I will, entirely," she said.
When uncle Alex came home Dave told him what he had
done, and uncle Alex didn't care much about the window.
But he said rather gravely, It is not safe to use a pistol in
that way, Dave, and I think I had better take care of it for the
And then he locked it up.





ISS MEHITABLE lives in a beautiful great house.
It is a silent house, because there are no
children in it. She lives there with her two
maids, Nabby and Elsie. Her little niece Alice
comes in often, and Miss Mehitable would
gladly keep her all the time, but her papa
cannot spare her. Miss Mehitable has two
pets, a parrot, and a cat.
Her brother Jamie brought her the parrot
A ROLIC WITH Tlong ago from some foreign land. Then he
went away in a big ship and never came
back. So Miss Mehitable loves the parrot for Jamie's sake; and
as to the cat Major, he is the wisest cat Miss'Mehitable ever
saw or heard of, so she says. There is a fountain in the base-



ment, where the Major and Camilla (the parrot) go to drink and
to talk over things.
One evening in November, Miss Mehitable was sitting at a west win-
dow in her sitting-room.
S, She had been reading, but
it was now growing dark.
S 'II .There was a great glow-
ing fire in the grate.
The last sentence Miss
r f. Mehitable read was this,
But when thou makest
ois a feast, call the poor,
S the maimed, the lame,
"the blind." Miss Mehit-
able was thinking abou;.
this sentence and about
said presently, and then
"she trotted out of the room to find Nabby. Miss Mehitable never
does anything without first talking it over with Nabby. "They
needn't all be maimed, or lame, or blind," she said, "but they
must be people that need to be made happy." The next morning
Alice came in.
"Now, Alice," said Miss Mehitable, "I'm going to have a
Thanksgiving feast, a real feast for people who don't feast often,
and you must help me choose the guests.':
"Oh! Oh!" cried Alice, jumping up and down and clapping
her hands, "you dear, splendid aunty! Let's begin right off.
There's Jamie Hatch, the dear little lame boy at the Children's


Home, and Maggy Magoun, she broke her arm, you know."
"And we'll have Mrs. Burns and her baby," said Miss Mehitable.
" Poor thing! how she feeds herself and baby making shirts at
ten cents apiece, I don't see."
"And there's the little match girl, Miss Brown's little Ellen.
She's in her Sunday-school class," said Alice.
And we'll ask Ned and Effie Moore.. They're not lame or blind
or even poor, but they must be very lonely this Thanksgiving, with
the mother dead and the father off in Japan. Last Thanksgiving
they were all together at home. How sad they looked at church
last Sunday," said Miss Mehitable in a sympathizing tone.
And so they made out a list of
twelve people, grown people and
children who needed to be made
happy. It is not very hard to
find twelve people who need to be
made happy. Miss Mehitable and
her maids then went to work
baking and boiling, steaming and
stewing, and there was a sweet
odor of cakes, tarts, preserves,
meats and turkeys all over that
house from that time till Thanks-
giving day.
The guests all came. Not one
sent excuses. Some of them came
in Miss Mehitable's own carriage,
with its span of black horses. EFFIE AND NED AT CHURCH,
After dinner they had games and pleasant talk in the great parlors.
Alice had a frolic with Mrs. Brown's baby, and when baby was asleep


she had a nice talk in a corner with Ellen, the little match girl.
She learned some things that surprised her. She learned that Ellen
has no father or mother, and lives with a woman who is good
to her, but is so poor herself she cannot do much for Ellen.
Ellen sleeps in a little bare attic. It is cold in the attic and
mice live there. 0, aren't, you afraid ?" asked Alice. "I'm
dreadfully afraid of mice! No, Ellen is not afraid. She likes
mice. One of them is quite tame. It eats from Ellen's hands
when she can spare it a bit of bread. One morning she found
it nibbling her candle. Then Mrs. Waters said Ellen must go to
bed without a candle. Candles were too expensive for mice to
eat. But Ellen does not mind. The light shines through the
cracks in the wall from Mrs. Waters' room.
"Have you always been lame?" asked Ned Moore of little Jamie.
"No," said Jamie cheerfully. "And the doctor says I shall
get over it by and by. I hope so. It costs mamma so much.
And when I get well and am big I shall take care of mamma,
you know." His mamma was there too, and Ned thought she had
a sweet face, but she looked pale and anxious. She teaches a
small school and does not earn much money.
"I'll ask papa if Effie can't go to school to her," thought Ned.
"It will be nice for Effie, I know, and papa will pay her well."
Ned was very polite to helpless little Maggie. Her arm was in
a sling, and he cut her turkey for her at dinner, and poured the
cream on her raspberry tart.
There was no merrier person in the whole party than blind Nanny
Rich. She played on the piano and sung like a bobolink.
Major and Camilla came in for a share in the feast. Camilla said
How d'ye do," to the grown folks, and Halloo! to the children.
When she spied the baby she chuckled and laughed and cried out,

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"Pretty dear! pretty dear! Polly's own Polly's own till every-
body fairly shouted with laughter. Then she perched on the arm
of the sofa where the baby was sleeping, and could not be coaxed
away. Major welcomed, the guests in his own way, by rubbing
against them, and purring, and waving his tail in the air like a
banner. They talked it all over next morning at the fountain.
But nobody ever knows what they say. Don't you wish we could
understand bird and animal languages?
As to Miss Mehitable, after her guests were gone that night she
sat by the fire and thought, and a soft smile shone in her eyes.
I think she remembered what came after that sentence, But
when thoi makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame,
the blind; and thou shalt be blest."


Bertha and Percy sat up until eleven o'clock that Christmas
eve. It was such a merry time!
They saw the servant men bring in the great Yule-log. It took
seven men to drag it into the great hall.
At one side of the hall was a fireplace.
What a big fireplace it was! I think you can never have seen
one so big.
They rolled the Yule-log into the fireplace and lighted it. How
the fire roared and crackled up the chimney!
It lit up the great hall. It shone on the armor on the wall.
It shone on the great oak table where the supper was spread.


On the supper-table were two huge wax candles. These candles
were a good deal bigger than you are.
They were wreathed with holly. These were the Christmas
candles. They burned the whole evening.
The walls of the hall were trimmed with holly and mistletoe.
The holly has bright green leaves and red berries, you know. The
mistletoe has white berries.
A great bunch of mistletoe hung down from the ceiling. Who-
ever happened to go under this mistletoe was kissed.
How many times Bertha was kissed! First papa caught her,
and then uncle Edward, and then grandpa.
Percy got under the mistletoe too, and pretty cousin Katherine
caught him up on her
shoulder and kissed him.
Then cousin Will kissed
"pretty Katherine.
.' .. Percy and Bertha were
"allowed to go into the
servants' hall for awhile.
The servants were play-
ing merry games. I will
i tell you one of the games.
e h It was jumping for
cakes and treacle. (Trea-
cle is a kind of molasses.)
S-- .,LL,: L ..r . L The cake was covered
""- .. .r i.-. with treacle, and then it
was hung from the ceil-
ing by a string. Joseph, one of the stable boys, a merry fellow
he was, had his hands tied behind him.


Then he jumped at the cake and tried to catch it in his mouth.
It was great fun !
At eleven o'clock Nurse said Bertha and Percy
must go to bed. They did not want to go one
There was a fire in the fireplace in Bertha's
chamber but it was cold. In great-great-grand-
,namma's day there were no such things as
stoves and furnaces.
Nurse undressed Bertha, and she climbed up-
stairs into bed. Her bed was so big and high
she had to climb up those stairs to get into

Then Nurse drew the curtains of the bed close,
to keep the cold out.
Bertha was almost asleep when she heard the
Waits singing.
The Waits always sang on Christmas eve
under the windows of the houses.
Open the lattice, please, Nurse," she said.
So Nurse swung open one of the windows. ""
The windows opened like a door. The panes
of glass were small and of diamond shape. They were set in lead.
The house Bertha lived in was very, very large, and was called
a castle.
This is what the Waits were singing:

God rest you, merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour
"Was born upon this day.


"Then Bertha heard no more. Her eyes shut and she was off
to Dreamland.
When she awoke on Christmas morning she heard singing the
first thing. She scrambled down from the bed and ran to a window,
and peeped out upon the bright cold landscape.

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The singers were little children from the village. How frosty
the air was, and how red their cheeks looked!
They were singing this Christmas carol:

We saw a light shine out afar
On Christmas in the morning,
And straight we knew Christ's star it was
Bright beaming in the morning.


Then did we fall on bended knee,
On Christmas in the i.,., -n-t .- '.
And praised the Lord who'd let ius ..--. L -..-
His glory at its dawning.

"Quick, Nurse dress me '
quick! said Bertha. But .
she was so impatient Nurse .
could hardly dress her.
She wriggled about .
and said Hurry, hur-
ry, Nurse. I want to ;l..
give the children their ,
When she was dressed .
Nurse stuck a sprig of
holly in her pretty gown. !
Percy was waiting for .--
her at the door. He had
a branch of holly in his hand. They went down the staircase to
the great hall. The Yule-log was still burning. It had burned all
night. The door was opened and the little singers came in. They
crowded about the fire.
Bertha and Percy gave each of them a Christmas-box. It wasn't
a real box; it was a gift. But a Christmas gift was called a
Christmas-box. Then they had some sweet plum cakes and went away.
I cannot tell you everything that Percy and Bertha did on
Christmas day. It would take a big book to do that.
But I must tell you about the dinner. It was served in the
great hall. They had a queer signal for dinner. There was no
bell rung; but the cook knocked three times with his rolling-pin

on the kitchen dresser. That was the signal for the waiters to
serve the dinner. (The chief waiter was called the server.)
Percy and Bertha with their little cousins were waiting in the
great hall.
Men with trumpets in their hands were standing each side of
the door. They sounded their trumpets, the doors opened, and in
came the server.


He was followed by the ladies and gentlemen. He carried a
great silver dish, and in it was a boar's head. How fierce it
looked! There was an orange in its mouth, and its ears were wreathed
with rosemary. The harpers played and the server sang:
The boar's head in hand bring I,
"With garlands gay and rosemary;
I pray you all sing merrily.




There was a peacock, too, roasted whole for dinner. It was
first skinned, and all the feathers left on the skin.
After it was cooked the skin and the feathers were sewn on
again; the beak was gilded; the tail was spread wide and then
it was laid on a silver platter. The most beautiful lady always carried
the peacock to the table. Pretty cousin Katharine carried it that day.
What a splendid procession it was! The ladies' dresses were
beautiful, and the gentlemen looked very fine too. In those days
the gentlemen dressed as gayly as the ladies.
They sat down to the table and then the eating began. I am
afraid Bertha and Percy ate too much. Little folks sometimes do eat
too much at Christmas. There were geese, and pheasants, and
great sirloins, with plum-porridge, and- mince pies, and Christmas
pudding. Just such a pudding as you have! There was a sprig
of holly stuck in the top of it, and it blazed like anything!
But the evening was the best of all, Percy said. Then they
had the Christmas masque. It was all so funny and so pretty!
You can see some of the queer people in the picture. There is
" Ancient Christmas." You will know him by his long white beard.
The lady with the tall feathers is "Dame Mince Pie."
Behind them walks "Plum-pudding." Does he not look like a
big round pudding?
Just behind "Plum-pudding is Roast Beef "- so stout and burly.
I do not know who the other two ladies are. Perhaps one is
"Plum Cake" and the other Sugar and Cream." Who 'knows ?
The little people played games. What did they play? Why,
they played "Blind-man's-buff," and "Puss-puss-in-the-corner."
Isn't it queer that great-great-great-grandmamma should have played
just those games on Christmas night almost two hundred years
ago ?



It was the Eve of St. Nicholas. The Eve of St. Nicholas comes
on the sixth of December.
The children were in the nursery. On the hearth before the
fireplace were four
little sugar shoes. S _, il A l; Ir
Thekla was filling
her shoe with oats. I i
Max put rye into his '
shoe. Hans put white j
bread into his, and I
Gretchen filled hers t
with sugar.
"Beata has made
a shoe out of potato,"
said Thekla. "She
had only rye bread
to put into it." 3
Beata was the little .'a a
girl who sometimes ,
helped in the kitch- /. "
en. The children were "I i .l
expecting St. Nicholas.. NICHOLAS ARRI
He always comes on
a white horse. The things in the shoes were for the white horse to eat.
As the clock struck six, there was a loud rap at the door.
Aunt Freida opened the door, and in came St. Nicholas.
He was tall. He had a white flowing beard. He wore a long


robe. He had a mitre on his head and a crozier in his hand.
"Dear friends," he said, "it is near Christmas. The Christ King
has sent me to find the good children. He sends gifts to good chil-
dren. Has Thekla learned to knit well ?"
"Indeed she has," said her mother. "Just look at this pair of
stockings she has knit for Gretchen."
They are beauties," said St. Nicholas. "Has Max learned to
get up early ?"
"fWe have not had to call him for six weeks," said his father.
"Good!" said St. Nicholas. Has Hans learned his multipli-
cation table ?" Hans trembled at this question.
But kind aunt Freida answered for him. "Hans is trying very
hard to learn it," she said. "He knows up to five perfectly."
And the dear little Gretchen?" said St. Nicholas, and then
he smiled. They all smiled, and the mother said, The dear little
Gretchen is always sweet and good."
"Well, well!" said he. "The Christ King will certainly send
many beautiful gifts to this house."
"And don't forget Beata," said kind aunt Freida. And then he
went away. "St. Nicholas has eyes like uncle Fritz," said Thekla.
S "And he smiled like uncle Fritz, too," added Max.
St. Nicholas kept his word. On Christmas Eve there was a
Christmas-tree in the parlor. It was loaded with pretty gifts, and
Beata was.not forgotten. On the evening of Christmas day, there
was another tree in the nursery. This was the children's tree.
They hung gifts on it for their mother and father and grand-
papa. They love grandpapa dearly.
Last year grandmamma was with them. But since then she has
gone to that home where the Lord Christ dwells.
Each one of the children had something of their very own to



give to grandpapa. Thekia had knit a warm scarf for him.

happy time.

happy time.


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