“I grew on a tree with three thousand in the family.
“We are picked green because then we keep better and the skins are thinner. If we are left in our tree house until grown to full size our skins are thick, and we are sent to England, where we are sugared and dried and named sugared lemon peel.
“We don’t sound like much, but when you see us in heaps and piles in the groceries, and see the lot of money we bring in to the owners, you find we are quite worth while, for we are shipped all over the world, and wherever you are you will usually find us on the table, if you find no other fruit.”
“Right you are, my dears. You are both a most important food, and we are glad we met up with you,” cried Cinnamon Stick.
“And now I’m going to wish again for the Story Sprite. I want a Christmas story.”
“Oh, joy!” exclaimed the audience, rapturously beaming upon the Story Sprite, who sprang from the back log at the magic word “wish,” singing gaily:
“And a Christmas story you shall have. Here is my favourite one. It is called
ANNA BELLE’S CHRISTMAS EVE.
“Anna Belle had had a very exciting day, and now, curled up on the window seat, her head pillowed on downy cushions, she sat watching the sleighs flying by.