"Give him my drum," whispered Rob, and Santa Claus, without a word, placed it near the rumpled head.
How swiftly they flew under the bright stars! How sweetly rang the bells!
When Santa Claus reined up at Robby's door, he found his little comrade fast asleep. He laid him tenderly in his crib, and drew off a stocking, which he filled with the smaller toys. The rocking-horse he placed close to the crib, that Rob might mount him on Christmas morning.
A kiss, and he was gone.
P.S. Rob's mother says it was all a dream, but he declares that "it's true as true can be!" I prefer to take his word for it.
The Story of Li'l' Hannibal
CAROLYN SHERWIN BAILEY
