Faith—Ma, she ain’t got the star fastened to the end of my wand yet, and she said this’d have to do till to-night. It’s the peskiest thing she ever tried to make stay, she says, but it’s got to stay, somehow.
Miss P.—Very well. Now sing. (Faith starts it, first too low, then too high, then Miss P. starts it, and she sings.)
Faith—(sings) Tune: “Lightly Row.”
Lightly,1 oh, lightly, oh, comes the Christmas Fairy, oh.
Brightly,1 oh, sprightly, oh, tripping2 o’er the snow.
Coming3 from a land of light, just to make your Christmas bright.
Lightly,1 oh, lightly, oh, tripping2 o’er the snow.
Lightly,1 oh, lightly, oh, weaveth she a spell, just so.
To4 and fro, to and fro, tripping o’er the snow.