“Fairies’ fiddlestick!” rejoined Mrs. Crump. “Come and get dressed directly.”
“Oh, Bertha, Bertha, I have had such a wonderful dream; just like being at the play. I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Well, never mind now,” replied Bertha, snubbing him with all the importance of a sister three or four years his senior. “Make haste and dress, or we shan’t go to Aunt Julia’s ball, which I care more about.”
CHRISTMAS-TIME.
Tis Christmas time!—the joyous time,
When, loud from belfry towers, the chime
Of merry bells, so glad and gay,
Proclaim the holy Christmas-day.
The church is decked with holly bright,