“Worth while, isn’t it?” said the “Electric Light,” nodding his head, which was nearly as bright as a Christmas candle.
“Our coming out to Camp Comfort was a great thing for the neighbors,” remarked Bert Abbott to James Hunnicut, who wished he had been one of the immortal three!
And Preston took off his spectacles and wiped them, remarking that the glass was apt to grow dim in a warm room.
“Now strike up your cornet, Jack; take your harmonica, Sadie, and let’s have another Christmas song.”
“Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!
Cheerily it ringeth through the air;
Christmas bells, Christmas trees,
Christmas odors on the breeze;
Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!
Cheerily it ringeth through the air.