"But the angel told them not to be afraid," said Mrs. Burton, "for he had come to bring good news. There was to be a dear little baby born at Bethlehem, and He would make everybody happy."
"Wouldn't it be nice if that angel would come an' do it all over again?" said Budge. "Only he ought to pick out little boys instead of sheep fellows. I wouldn't be afraid of an angel."
"Neiver would I," said Toddie, "but I dzust go round behind him an' see how his wings was fastened on."
"Then a great many other angels came," said Mrs. Burton, "and they all sang and sang together. The poor shepherds didn't know what to make of it, but after the singing was over, they all started for Bethlehem, to see that wonderful baby."
"Just like the other day we went to see the sister-baby."
"Yes," said Mrs. Burton; but instead of finding Him in a pleasant home and a nice room, with careful friends and nurses around Him, He was in a manger out in a stable."
"That was 'cause he was so smart that He could do just what He wanted to, an' be just where he liked," said Budge, "an' He was a little boy, an' little boys always like stables better than houses—I wish I could live in a stable always an' for ever."
"So do I," said Toddie, "an' sleep in mangers, 'cauzh then the horses would kick anybody that made me put on clean clothezh when I didn't want to. They gaveded him presentsh, didn't they?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Burton; "gold, frankincense, and myrrh."
"Why didn't they give him rattles and squealey-balls, like folks did budder Phillie when he was a baby," asked Toddie.