The Advocate and news., 1898-12-28
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BY MAsLE DIccs.

me wants to show mamma the pity
pitters. Me come back" she Caid TO
Amy.
mo, you must wait till Marjorie's
mamma wakes up, and then we will go
and show her the pretty book. Come
back here with me and we'll find Willie's
little wagon. Would you like to take a
ride in it?" Amy said. !
mot now. Me wants my mamma Me
knows she wants me for she was so
cold, and mes warm now and me wants
to 20 see her. She a nice mamma and
'ou will like her." the little one said
Wont Marjorie let me tell her a story,
then, about Santa Claus? know pretty
one and know Marjorie likes to hear
about old Santie. Don't you? Come and
sit on my lap and let ME tell you one"
Amy said, seating herself in a rocking
chair. The child looked at her and then
went to her.
Santie Kos? 'Ess, me likes him and
me likes stories. Mamma telled me one
about the free bears. Will you tell me
one? Is Santie Kos tuning here? Will
my mamma see Santie Kos? Will she
tell him me want dollie"
Eyes, mamma will tell old Santie to
bring Marjorie dollie. Won't that be
niCe?"
"Ess. Mamma will tell him. Has
her gone to tell him nOw?" Marjorie
asked, gaily clapping her hands.
II expect she has, dearie. Shall l tell
you story nOw?" Amy asked.
CESS, me will listen," and nesting
down in Amy's arms Marjorie was ready
to hear the story.
"Well, once upon time there lived
in beautiful woods lovely fairy, with
| golden curls that reached to the ground
and a face like an angels. She was the
most beautiful lady that ever lived in
fairyland, and, of course, she was the
queen. They called her the Queen Beau
tiful. She was as good as she was beau
tIful and she loved little children and
would fly around them and whisper good
thoughts into their ears and they would
listen and smile and always try to do
right.
"She carried a bag made Of finest spun
cobwebs, and in 1t were sunbeams and
pretty dreams. She would go where some
little sick boy or girl lived and take out IA
sunbeam and let it dance in through the
door or window and up onto the bed and
right across their faces until they would
begin to blink their eyes and at last fall
| to sleep. Then the Queen Beautiful
would seat herself on the pillow and
| take out q dream and read 1t to them.
Wasn't that niCe?"
hut NJ IN hnnr about
Santie Kos" Marjorie said, impatiently.
"Well, one day an old, old man came
through the woods and he was so tired
he sat down on a log to rest. AS he sat
there he thought he heard his name
called. He looked around and up in the
trees, but could see no one, so he bowed
his gray head on his cane again. Then
he heard his name called again, and this
time it was louder, nearer.
"'Claus, Claus, do you like little boys
and girls?'
"Poor old Claus thought of the dear
little children he used to have, and al
though he could see no one he answered,
quickly:
"'Yes, indeed do. But who is it talk
ing to me? see no one.
LOOK down at your feet and you
will see me, said the voice.
"Claus looked down and saw the lovely
little fairy and a look Of astonishment
came over his face. 1t was the first fairy
he had ever seen.
"He pulled Off his cap and said: I
beg your pardon, ma'am, but was 1t You
heard calling me?'
"'Yes, Claus, and have come to talk
to you. Let me get up on your knee.
There, that's all right. Now can talk.
1 know you are an old man and that you
are alone in the world, and have come
to ask you IL you wouldn't like to be
fairy You say you like children. Well, |
so do I, and want to make them as
happy as can, and can't find anyone
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