"Far and near,
Bright and clear,
On sky and sea,
And the Christmas tree."

"'Llo!" said Marmaduke--then he stopped, ashamed. That was the way he
talked to the fellows at school. He mustn't speak to such a beautiful
lady that way. So--"How do you do?" he corrected himself.

But she only smiled and said--what do you think?

"'Llo! little boy"--just like himself. That seemed to set her singing
again:--

"Low and high,
In the lake or the sky;
High and low,
In the crystal snow."

Then she stopped.

"Is there any more to it?" asked Marmaduke. "Oh, yes, one could go on
forever"

"On the church spire,
Or in the fire;
On the wavelet's tip,
Or the mast of a ship;
In the shining gem