their hands _Frontispiece_

For he was so generous that he gave away all these pretty
things as fast as he made them

So Barbara fell asleep

"But why shouldn't I be merry?" asked the little mauve
mouse. "To-morrow is Christmas, and this is Christmas
eve"

"'What sound was that?' cried Dimas, for he was exceeding
fearful"

The strange allegory of the lame boy's speech filled her with
awe

But, with her babe upon her knee,
Naught recked that Mother of the tree

To seek that manger out and lay
Our gifts before the child--
To bring our hearts and offer them
Unto our King in Bethlehem!


IN BLACK-AND-WHITE


Sing, O my heart!