Christmas Speakin' at Skaggs's Skule

by Marie Irish

I am a very little girl,

An’ has’nt much to thay,

But I’ll throw you a sweet kiss,

An’ then I’ll run away.

(Throws a kiss then stands grinning.)

Tilly—Come on, Corabell, run to your seat.

Corabell—I don’t want to (stands grinning).

Tilly—Why not?

Corabell—I want you to come fetch me to my seat.