. Each and all; or, How the seven little sisters prove their sisterhood. hesilver train, and all go together down to THE LITTLE BROWN BABY. 127 the ships that are waiting for their the little brown baby watches themout of sight, and then goes back to herplay and her work, and does not dreamthat she has sent any thing to Manenkoor to Gemila, or to any other of thosefar-away, unknown sisters. CHRISTMAS-TIME AGAIN FORLOUISE. You all remember the beautiful Christ-mas-time in the happy home by the riverRhine, and the long, hard journey after-wards to the new home in the Westernforest. Do
. Each and all; or, How the seven little sisters prove their sisterhood. hesilver train, and all go together down to THE LITTLE BROWN BABY. 127 the ships that are waiting for their the little brown baby watches themout of sight, and then goes back to herplay and her work, and does not dreamthat she has sent any thing to Manenkoor to Gemila, or to any other of thosefar-away, unknown sisters. CHRISTMAS-TIME AGAIN FORLOUISE. You all remember the beautiful Christ-mas-time in the happy home by the riverRhine, and the long, hard journey after-wards to the new home in the Westernforest. Do you want to sro with me now, and t/ C_2 x take a peep at Louise and Fritz, andGretchen and little Hans ? We left them in a log house, didntwe ? But see : they have now built alarger and more comfortable one; notlike the beautiful old home by the Rhine,but simple almost as the log one, only ithas more rooms, better fireplaces, andmore convenient furniture. Louise and Gretchen have a little roomto themselves; and last summer a morn-ing-glory vine climbed all about their. CHRISTMAS-TIME FOR LOUISE. 129 window, and opened its lovely blossomsto the morning sun. Up in that roomto-day Louise sits down by the sunnywindow to think for a minute. She hasjust made her bed, and put her room inorder, and in five minutes more sheought to be down stairs sweeping thelittle sitting-room: besides, there is an-other reason for not stopping long; forthis November clay, even if the sun doesshine, it is not warm enough in that fire-less room for any one to sit still long. What do you suppose she is thinkingabout? What do you begin to thinkabout when November is almost gone,and December is coming ? Christmas,Christmas! I hear all the little voicesanswering. Yes, that is what Louise isthinking about. She is not wonderingwhat she will have in her stocking, norwhat she shall buy for papa and mamma,or all the brothers and sisters; but thequestion has popped itself into her head : Could I, could I, make a
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