“When you hang up your stocking
Along the chimney place
In hope that Santa Claus will fill
Up every little space,
Oh, don’t forget the beggar child
Who wanders on the street,
And looks with longing eyes upon
The window’s Xmas treat.”
“Do you suppose he’d like some of my last year’s toys?” asked Little Jack Rabbit.
“Of course he would,” answered Professor Jim Crow, and he smiled to himself as he shut his book, for he knew he had sowed a good seed for a kindly deed in the little rabbit’s heart. And then that old black bird flew away, and Little Jack Rabbit hopped home to the Old Bramble Patch and up to his little room. And after he had looked over all his toys he packed some in a box and took them downstairs.