PAPA'S CHRISTMAS STORY.
Papa, do please tell us one of your nice stories," said Clement Percival to his father, as the family drew their chairs round the fire after dinner one bitterly cold winter's evening just before Christmas Day.
"Oh, do, do!" struck in a chorus of youthful voices.
"I should like a funny tale," said Clement.
"I don't mind rather a sad one," said Lucy. "I mean one about naughty children."
"I like just what Papa likes to tell," said George, who had set himself down on a footstool at his father's feet.
"Mamma, dear," said little Nelly, the youngest of the party, "do please shut your eyes and go to sleep, that you mayn't be able to say, 'Nelly, it's time for you to go to bed' just in the middle."
"Well," said Mr. Percival laughing, "I will try what I can do to please you all. Let me think a minute. Oh, I know!