“Bless your little heart!” said the man, “she did, indeed; but it’s long since I’ve had a little girl to kiss me.”
The child bent down and kissed him heartily on the cheek. “If it hadn’t been for you,” she cried, “I should have seen nothing at all except the plaid shawl. I think you are the kindest man that ever lived, and I love you very much.” And then she slipped down, and taking her nurse’s hand, ran away home as fast as she could.
JINGLE.
The sugar dog lay in the toe of the stocking,
And rocking,
As if in a cradle, he called to the drum
To come.
But the ball and the gray flannel pig were too cunning,
And running,