“Eloise, I want the ladder!” shouted Carl.
Eloise laid her face against the picture and said, “Good night, little sister, I wish you could kiss me. You won’t forget to love me, will you?”
The picture seemed to smile sweeter than ever. Eloise climbed down the ladder, feeling that heaven could not be far away as dear little Floy seemed so near.
DOBBIN’S CHRISTMAS DINNER.
Now after this dinner of oats and of hay,
I’ll feel like a colt that is frisky and gay.
A horse they call handsome am I, and not old,
But many a time I’ve been bought and then sold.
My heels would go up, and my head would go down;