. St. Nicholas [serial]. a boys boots, coming around the house to theside door. There he is! cried Kate, starting and grab-bing the scraps, as she darted a swift glance at thefaithless Dora, fast asleep, seated in her chair. Kate had just time to get all the pieces thor-oughly mixed and crowded back into the bag,when Johnny came stamping in. I m so glad he did nt see the pieces, Katethought, not realizing that no beginning was yetmade toward the cushion-cover. The sitting-room der if he found it full of gold pieces. I wish thingshappened in sure-enough as in story-books; and Iwish boys were as
. St. Nicholas [serial]. a boys boots, coming around the house to theside door. There he is! cried Kate, starting and grab-bing the scraps, as she darted a swift glance at thefaithless Dora, fast asleep, seated in her chair. Kate had just time to get all the pieces thor-oughly mixed and crowded back into the bag,when Johnny came stamping in. I m so glad he did nt see the pieces, Katethought, not realizing that no beginning was yetmade toward the cushion-cover. The sitting-room der if he found it full of gold pieces. I wish thingshappened in sure-enough as in story-books; and Iwish boys were as good out of books as in, andwould go to bed at their bed-time. I will go truly, as soon as I see if Philip foundanything in his stocking, said Johnny, falling toon the story. I 11 read as fast as I can. And skip all the long words, said Kate. Seehere : I 11 read to you after you get to bed. All right, said Johnny, who d rather be readto than read, any day, or night either. He went into the next room, and undressed, and. JOHNNY S COMIN I CRIED DORA FROM THE WINDOW. being the only one warmed, Kate could not takeher Christmas work to another. After Johnny goes to bed, I can work on it,she thought; he always goes early. But that night Johnny got interested in a story,and when his bed-time came, he teased Kate to lethim read on a little farther. It s so nice, he pleaded; about a poorlittle boy named Philip. He hung up his stockingChristmas night, and I want to see if he got any-thing in it. Of course he did, said Kate. In stories theyalways get their stockings filled. I shouldnt won- soon came back and lay on the lounge under cover,while Kate read rapidly about Philip and what hefound in his stocking Christmas morning. And that s all, she said at length, closing thebook; and now go to sleep. They were quiet for a moment, when Johnny said: Katie, dont you think it s mean that Philipdid nt get something in his stocking beside candy,—something to play with ? A drum is splendid :rub-
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