Our Boys - Entertaining Stories by Popular Authors by Various
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to earn money by work. He has an odd theory that money which comes
without work does more harm than good. GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON. THE CHRISTMAS GIFT. O you dear little dog, all eyes and fluff! How can I ever love you enough? How was it, I wonder, that any one knew I wanted a little dog, just like you? With your jet black nose, and each sharp-cut ear, And the tail you wag--O you _are_ so dear! Did you come trotting through all the snow To find my door, I should like to know? Or did you ride with the fairy team Of Santa Claus, of which children dream, Tucked all up in the furs so warm, Driving like mad over village and farm, O'er the country drear, o'er the city towers, Until you stopped at this house of ours? Did you think 'twas a little girl like me You were coming so fast thro' the snow to see? Well, whatever way you happened here, You are my pet and my treasure dear-- _Such_ a Christmas present! O such a joy! |
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