The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-25
Little Stories For Bedtime
VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS IN
 QUADDY-LAND Merry Christmas every one! Happiness for all For I love you every one, My friends big and small !"
(By THORNTON BURGESS,

GO SANG Farmer Browns Boy on - Christmas morning as he started
 forth for the Old Orchard, the Green Meadows and the Green Forest. The air was clear and frosty and all the
 world seemed like lovely white fairy land. It was almost too lovely to be real. But it WAS real. In fact, Farm CT Browns Boy suspected that to some of his little friends it was almost too real to be lovely. That is why he was starting out that Christmas morning. He was so merry and happy himself that he wanted to be sure that everyone around him was just as merry and hap py. So he had given the horses and the cows and the hens and Bowser the Hound and Black Pussy little extra for breakfast. Then he had had an ex- tra good breakfast himself, and now he was starting out with his pockets and a bag full of good things-for, well, l guess you can guess whom.
 T guess I'm regular Santa Claus" he chuckled as he tramped through the snow to the Old Orchard.
 Dee, dee, dee! See me! See me" called Tommy Tit the Chickadee, fit ting about in the nearest apple tree.
 'tOf course I see you. How could l help it, you happy little imp? Merry Christmas Tommyw Farmer Browns Boy laughed Then he stood still and held out a hand on which were some cracked hiskory nuts. Tommy flew down and looked them all over. Dee, dee, dee !" he cried and picked out the big gest, fattest one. The rest Farmer Browns Boy placed in a crotch of the tree where Tommy could help himself at will. Then he carefully tied piece of fresh suet to a branch where Tommy Tit and Drummer the Woodpecker and Yank-Yank the Nuthatch would find it. In fact, all three of them were watching him as he did it. So was Sammy Jay. snow until he had a little cleared space and in this he scattered corn and wheat and sunflower seeds and grass seeds which he had swept up from the floor of the haymow. These were for Sammy Jay and Dotty the Tree Sparrow and Slatey the Junco and any other friends who might happen to visit the Old Or chard that Christmas morning.
 "Chickaree! Chickaree! Chickaree! !! Here I be! Here I be! Chickaree" That was CnaCter the heu oQulrTel OVer on the Old Stonewall.
 First, first, first, me first" That was Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel in the next apple tree.
 Farmer Browns Boy shook his head "You are scolding and am ashamed of you, Happy Jack" said he. Then he stood half way between the tree and the stone wall and clicked two fat nuts together. Happy Jack scram- bled down and started towards him. Chatterer jumped from the stone wall and started towards him. Half way to him those two foolish cousins stopped and began scolding each other, calling each other names, and all the while jerking their tails angrily.
 Shame on you both" cried Farmer Browns Boy. Don't you know that this is Christmas morning? Here's peace and good will" He tossed fat nut to each. Then he left two little piles of nuts and went on to the far corner of the Old Orchard. There he scraped away the snow and made little shelter of brush. Under it he scattered wheat. This was for Bob White and Mrs. Bob. From there he went to the dear Old Brier Patch and left a couple of carrots md some pieces of turnip for Peter Rab- | pit and Mrs. Peter, wishing them Mer- " Christmas. At the mouth of the return direct to New York to resume