And the grass is ever green.
There we find our little Bennie. No more hungry days and freezing nights and cruel blows for him, for he is safe forever. Jesus called his name, and he has gone to that beautiful land where so many children are, and where, I pray, we too may meet to celebrate our Saviour’s birth in one never ending Christmas.
Brown Cottage,
Christmas—1884.
THE END
OF
BENNIE’S CHRISTMAS
THE CHRISTMAS FONT.
CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCTORY.
