| [!--IMG--] We'll all be hid where we can see!" Nen he look up, an' he see Ma An' say, "It's ist too bad their Pa Can't be here, so's to see the fun |
| The childern will have, ever' one!" Well, we!—We hardly couldn't wait Till it wuz dusk, an' dark an' late Enough to light the lamp!—An' Lee- Bob light a candle on the Tree— "Ist one—'cause I'm 'The Lighter'!"—Nen He clumb on Uncle's knee again An' hug us bofe;—an' Etty git Her little chist an' set on it Wite clos't, while Uncle telled some more 'Bout Santy Claus, an' clo'es he wore "All maked o' furs, an' trimmed as white |
