"Here Heavenly Father,
'T were fine to remain
If for just half an hour
'T would gold dollars rain."
Just then the little cabin shook.
"Strong wind to-night; it is lucky for thee, Christchild, that thou hast found shelter and lucky for me that the evening which promised to be so dull has been a very merry one.
"Don't be so sad, boy,
If she did treat thee rough,
The world is like a hen-roost,
Has pullets quite enough."