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THE ARGUS, SATURDAY, APRIL 10,1 909.
J ByL. Frank Baum,
. y.Th-YUad at O "
.- 5 ' V
ANT A CLAUS JLves. in the Lauglung
Valley, where stands the big, rambling
castle in which his toys are manufac
tured. His workmen, selected from the
ryls, kuovks, pixies and fairies, live with
him, and eyery one is .as.busy as .can be
from line year's end to another.
It is called the 'Laughing Valley be
cause everythipg there is happy and gay. The brook
'chuckles to itself as it leaps rollicking between, its green
banks; the Wind whistles merrily in the' trees; the sutir
beams dance lightly oyer the soft grass, and the violets
and wild-tlowers look smilingly up from their .green
nests. To laugh one .needs' to be happy ;. to .-be happy
one needs to be content. And throughout the Iiugh-i
ing Valley of Santa Claus contentment, reigns' supreme.'
On one side is the mighty Forest of Burzee.' At the '
other side stands the huge mountain that contains the
Caves of the Daemons. And between them the Valley
lies smiling and peaceful. .-
One would think that our good old Santa CJuus, who
devotes his days to making children happy, would have
no enemies pn all the earth; and, as ,a matter of fact,
for a long period of time he encountered nothing but
love wherever he might go.
But the Daemons who live in the mountain , caves
grew to hate :Santa Glaus very much, and all for the
simple reason that he .made children .happy. .
The Caves ,of the I'acmons are five in number. A
broad pathway leads up to the first cave, which is a
finely arched (cavern at the. foot. pf the. niyuntaiu, the
entrance being beautifully carved and decorated. In it
resides the Daemon of Selfishness? Back of this is an
other cavern inhabited by the Daemon of Envy. The
cave of the ; Daemon of Hatred is rex-t in order, and
through this one passes to the home of the Daemon
of Malice situated in a dark and fearful cave in the
very heart of the mountain. .1 do not know wliat
beyond this. Some say there are terrible pitfalls lead- '
ing to death .and destruction, and this may very well
be true. However, fiom each one of the four caves
mentioned there is a small,-narrow tunnel leading to
the fifth cave a cozy lj.ttle.room occupied by the llae
mon of Repeftance. And as the rocky floors of these
passages pre well worn by the track of passing feet, I
judge that many wanderers in the Caves of the Dae
mons have escaped through the tunnels to the abode
of the Qacmpn of Re.pei)tancc., who U . said to be a
pleasant 'gorj : of fellow who glad!y opens for one a
little door; aXtmitting you- into fresh air anil sunshine
again. - , :. , rj-
Well, "ttlfcse: Daemons of the Caves, thinking they had
igreat cause to dislike -ekl Santa. -Claus. held a meeting
one day to discuss the matter.
"I'm really getting lonesome," Said the Daemon of
Selfishness. "For Santa Ckius -distributes so many
pretty Christmas gifts Ho all the children that they be
come happy and generous, through his example, and
keep away from my cave."
"I'm having the same trouble," rejoined the Daemon
of Envy. "The little ones seem quite content with
Santa Claus, and there are few, indeed, that I can coax
to become envious."
"And, that makes it, bad, for me!" declared the Dae
mon of! Hatred. "For if no. .cjuldrqn .fcass through the
caves of : Selfishness and Envy, none, can get to my
cavern," r "
: "Or to mine'added trie-Daemon cf'Malice.
"For my part," sr.id the Daemon of Repentance, "it
is easily seen that if children do not visit your caves
they have no need to visit mine; so I am quite as neg
lected as you arc."
"And l all because of this person they call Santa
Claus 1" -exclaimed .the Daemon of Envy. "He is simply
ruining our business, and something must be done at
To this they readily agreed; hut what to do was an
other and more difficult matter to settle. They knew
that Santa Claus worked all through the year nt his
castle in the Laughing Valley, prepanr.g the gifts he
was to distribute on Chris'mas Eve; and at first they
resolved to try to tempt him into their caves, that they
"I can supply the little ones but ... a year on .
Christmas Eve," he answered; "for. the . children are
many, and I am but one. And as my work is one of ;
love and kindness, I - would be ashamed to receive
money for my little gifts. But throughout all the year
the.cbildrc.il must be amused in some way, and so the
toy-shops are able to bring much happiness to my little
friends. 1 like the toy-shops, and am glad to see them
Ju spite of this second rebuff, the Daemon of Hatred
thought he would try to influence Santa Claus. So the
next day he entered the busy -workshop and said:
"Good-morning. Santa ! I have had news for you."
"Then run away, like a good fellow," answered Santa
Claus. "Bad news i something that should be kept
secret and never told."
"You cannot escape this, however," declared the Dae-
These little people he had often found very useful in
helping him to distribute his gifts to the children, and
when their masters-was suddenly dragged from the
sleigh they were snugly tucked underneath the 'seat
where the sharp wind could not reach them. .
The tiny immortals knew nothing of the capture of
Santa Claus until'scmie'time after he had disappeared.
But finally they missed his cheery voice, and as their
master always sing or whistled on his journeys, the
, silence warned them that something -was wrong.
Little Wisk stuck his head from underneath the seat
and found Santa Claus gone and no one to direct the
flight of the reindeer.
"Whoal" he called out, and the deer obediently slack
ened speed and came to a halt.
Peter and Nuter and Kilter all jumped upon the seat
arid looked back over the track made bv the sleigh. But
aanta v-iaus nau Deen lett miles and miles behind.
friends he could not avoid a certain amount of worry,
and an anxious look would creep at times into his kind
old eyes as he thought of the disappointment that might
await his dear little children. And the Daemons, -who
guarded him by turns, one after, another did not neglect
to taunt hiin with contemptuous words in his helpless
condition. ; ' -
- When Christmas Day dawned the Daemon of Malice
was guarding the prisoner, -and his tongue was sharper
than that of any of the others.
"The children are waking up, Santa !" he cried v "they
are waking up to find their stockings empty 1 Ho, Ho!
How they will quarrel, and wail, and stamp their feet in
anger! Our caves will be full to-day, old Santa! Our
caves are sure to be full !"
But to this, as to other like taunts, Santa Claus an
swered nothing. He was much' grieved by his capture,
it is true; but his courage did not forsake him. And,
"What shall we do?" asked Wisk, anxiously, all the finding that the prisoner would not reply to his jeers,
mirth and mischief banished from his wee face by this
great calamity. , .
"We must go back at once and find our master," said
Nuter the Kyi, who thought and spoke with much delib
"No, no !" exclaimed Peter the Knook, who, cross
and crabbed though he was, might always be depended
upon in an emergency. "If we delay, or go back, there
will not be time to get 'tlic toys to the children before
morning; and that would grieve Santa Claus more than
"So I. understand," said Santa Claus. "Those who
avoid evil need never visit your cave." . ,
"As a rule, that is true," . replied the Daemon; "yet
you, who have done no evil, are about to visit my cava
at once; for to prove that I sincerely regret my. share v
in your capture I am going to permit you to escape."
With this he opened a back' door that let in a flood
' of sunshine, and Santa Claus sniffed the fresh air
gratefully, . . -
. "J bear no malice," said he to the Daemon, in a gentle
voice ; "and I am sure the world would be a dreary
place without you. So, good-morning, and a Merry
Christmas to you !" ' -
: With these words he stepped out to greet the bright
rnorning, and a moment later he was trudging along,
whistling softly to himself, on his way to his home
in the Laughing Valley. , ,
, Marching over the snow toward the mountain was a
vast army, made up of the most curious creatures im
aginable. There were numberless Knook s from the
forest, as rough and crooked in appearance as the
gnarled branches of the trees they ministered to. And
children again for another vear.'
"That is true," answered Santa Gaus. almost cheer
fully; "Christmas Eve is past, and for the first time in
"It is certain that some wicked creatures have cap- centuries I have not visited my children."
tured him," added Kilter,. thoughtfully; "and their ob- "The little ones will bes greatly disappointed,'
'..BUT LOf COMING TO MEET IIIS LOYAL FRIENDS APPEARED THE IMPOSING FORM
V OF SANTA CLAUS. IIIS ISKIGHT EYES SPARKLING WITH PLEASURE.
'might iead him on to the terrible pitfalls that ended in
So the very next day, while Santa Claus was busily
,at work, surrounded by his little band of assistants, the
Daemon of Selfishness came to him and said!
' "These toys are wonderfully bright and pretty. Why
'.'do you not keep them for yourself? It's a pity to give
.them to tliosc noisy boys and fretful girls, who break
and destroy them so quickly."
"... "Nonsense!" cried the old graybeard, his bright eyes
twinkling merrily as he turned toward the tempting
Daemon; "the boys and girls are never so noisy and
fretful after receiving" my presents, and if I can make
them happy for one day in .the year "I am quite con
tent." ' r .
' So the Daemon went backto the others, who awaited
lrim in their caves, and said:
- "I have f. tiled, .tor Santa Claus is not at all selfish."
The following bythc" Daemon of Envy visited Santa
Claus. Said he.:. .''JVhp oy-shops , are,. full of playthings
quite as pretty as these you are making. 'What a shame
if 'is that they should -interfere with your business!
, They make toys by machinery much quicker !than you
ran njfcc thein bv hand ; and they sell them for money,
'(Vbilo you get noth:n .at all for your work."
But Santa Claus -refused to be envious of the toy
' ' :
I HAVE BAD NEWS FOR YOU, SAID THE DAEMON. THEN
RUN AWAY, LIKE A GOOD FELLOW," ANSWERED SANTA.
mon; "for in the world are a good many -who do not
believe in S;uiU Claus, and these you are bound to hate
bitterly, since they have so wronged you."
"Stuff aud rubbish !" cried Santa. . - " .
"And there are others who -resent your making chil
dren happy and who sneer at you and call you a foolish
old ratiUpatc! You are quite right to hate such base
slanderers, and you ought to be revenged upon them for
their evil words."
"But I don't hate 'em!" exclaimed Santa Claus, posi
tively. "Such people do me no real harm, but merely
render themselves and their children unhappy. Poor
things! I'd much rather help them any day than injure
Indeed, the Daemons could not tempt old Santa Claus
in any way. On the contrary, he was shrewd enough
to sec that their object in visiting him v.as to make
, mischief and trouble, and his cheery laughter discon
certed the evil ones and showed to them the folly of
such an undertaking. So they abandoned honeyed
words and determined to use force.
It is well known that no harm can come to Santa
Claus while he is in the Laughing Valley, for the fairies,
;::id ryls. and knocks all protect him. But on Christ
mas Eve he drives his reindeer out into the big world,
carrying a sleigh-load of toys and pretty gifts to the
children ; and this was the time and the occasion when
his enemies had the best chance to injure liim. So the
.Daemons laid their plans and awaited the arrival of
The moon shone big and white in the sky, and the
snow lay crisp and sparkling on the
ground as Sar.ta Clans cracked his
whip and sped away out of the Val
ley into the great world " beyond.
The roomy sleigh was packed full
with huge sacks of toys, and as the
reindeer., dashed onward our jolly
old Santa laughed and whistled and
sang for very joy. For in all his
merry life this was the one dav in
the year when he was happiest the
day he 'lovingly bestowed the treas
ures of his workshop upon the little
It would be a busy night for him,
he well knew. As he whistled and
shouted and cracked his whip again,
he reviewed in mind all the towns
and cities and farmhouses where he
was expected, and figured that he
had just enough presents to go
around and make every child happy.
The reindeer knew exactly what was
expected of them, and dashed so
swifily that their feet scarcely seemed
to touch the snow-covered ground.
- Suddenly a strange thing hap
pened ; a rope shot through the moon-
hgiit and a big noose that was in the
end of it settled over the arms and body of Santa Claus
and drew tight. Before he could resist or even cry out
he was jerked from the scat of the sleigh and tumbled
head foremost into a snowbank, while the reindeer
rushed onward with the load of toys and carried it
quickly out of sight and sound.
Such a surprising experience confused old Santa for
a moment, and when he had collected his senses he
found that the wicked Daemons had pulled him from
tlip snowdrift and hound him tightly with many coils
of the stout rope. And then they carried the kidnapped
Santa Claus away to their mountain, where they thrust
the prisoner into a secret cave and chained him to the
rocky wall so that he could not escape.
"Ila !" langhed the Daemons, rubbing their hands
together with cruel glee. "What will the children do
now? How they will cry and scold and storm when
they find then: are no toys in their stockings and no
gifts on their Christmas trees! And what a lot of
punishment they will receive from their parents! and
how they will flock to the caves of Selfishness, and
Envy, and Hatred, and Malice 1 We have done a mighty
clever, thing, we Daemons of the Caves!" ;
Now it so chanced that on this Christmas Eve the
pood Santa Claus had taken with, him in his s!eigh
Nuter the Ryl, Peter the Knook, .Kilter the Pixie, and
a small fairy named Wisk bis four favorite assistants.
jeci must ic to maKe tne ennuren uniiappy. bo our
first duty is to get the toys distributed as carefully as
if Santa Claus were himself present. Afterward we
can search for our master and easily secure his free
dom." - - .
Mamie Brown, who wanted a doll got a drum instead;
and a drum is of no use to a girl who loves dolls.' And
Charlie Smith, who delights to romp and play out of
doors, and who wanted some new rubber boots to keep
his feet dry. received a sewing-box filled with colored
worsteds and threads and needles, which made hira so
provoked that he thoughtlessly called our dear Santa
Claus a fraud. .-
Had there been many such mistakes the Daemons
would have accomplished their evil purpose and made
the children unhappy. JBut the little friends of the ab
sent Santa Claus labored faithfully and intelligently to
carry out their master's ideas, and they made fewer
errors than might be jexpected .under such unusual, cir
And, although they worked as swiftly as possible,
day had begun to break before the toys and other pres
ents were all distributed, so for the first time in many
years the reindeer trotted into Laughing Valley, on
their return, in broad daylight, with the brilliant sun
peeping over the edge of the forest to prove they were .
far behind their accustomed hour.
Having put the deer in the stable, the little folk began
to wonder how they might rescue their master; and
they realized they must discover, first of all, what had
happened to him and where he was.
So Wisk the Fairy transported himself to the bower :
of the Fairy Queen, which was .located deep in the heart
of the Forest of the Burzee ;"and once there, it did not '
take him long to find out all about the naughty Dae
mons and how they had kidnapped the good Santa Claus
to prevent his making children happy. The Fairy Queen
also promised her assistance, and then, fortified by this
powerful support, Wisk flew back to where Nuter and
Peter and Kilter awaited him, and the four counselled
together and laid plans to rescue their master from his
It is possible that Santa Claus was not as merry as
ustial during the night that succeeded his capture. For
although he had faith in the judgment of his little
the Daemon of Malice presently went away, and sent
the Daemon of Repentance to take his place.
This last Dersonaee was'i not so disagreeable as the
... . T . , . :. r- . r.f. ... j i - i Knaricu
otners. ne naa genue anq renneu leatures, ana nis w daint R Js frQm the" each one bear-
voice was son ana pieasant.in tone the emblern o the flower or plant it guarded. Be-
My brother Daemons do not trust me overmuch, hd these wefe m ranks of pixi Gnomes and
said he as he entered the eavern ; but it is morning, lymphs, and in the rear a thousand beautiful fairies
now. anu me rmscmei is oone. xou cannot visit iuc fl- tJM. : ,,, .
But lo ! coming to meet his loyal friends appeared the
imposing form of Santa Claus, his -white beard floating
in the bteeze and his bright eyes sparkling with pleasure
at this proof of the love and veneration he had inspired
in the hearts of the most powerful creatures in ex
istence. ' '. '-,.'
And while they clustered around him and danced with
glee at his safe return, he gave them earnest thanks for
their support. But Wisk, and Nuter, and Peter, and
Kilter, he embraced affectionately." r .
"It is useless to pursue the Daemons said Santa
Claus to the army. "They have their place "in the world,
and can never be destroyed. But that is a great" pity,
nevertheless," he continued, musingly.
So the Fairies, and Knooks, and Pixies, and Ryls all
escorted the good man to his castle, and there left him
to talk over the events of the night with his little .assistants.
mured the Daemon of Repentance, almost regretfully;
""but that cannot be helped now. Their grief is likely
to make the children selfish and envious and hateful,
and if they come to the Caves of the Daemons to-day I
shall get a chance to lead some of them to my Cave
"Do you never repent yourself?" asked Santa Claus,
"Oh, yes, indeed," answered the Daemon. "I am
even now repenting that I assisted in your capture. Of
course, it is too late to remedy the evil that has been
done; but repentance, you .know, can come only after
an evil thought or deed, for in the beginning there is
nothing to repent of."
By Juliet Wilbor Tompkins. .
When fathers jump up and they
holler, i :
"Here Jim 1 you rascal, you scamp P
And hustle you round by the collar.
And waggle their canes and stamp.
You can laugh right out at the riot
They like to be sassed and dared;
Butvhen they say, "James," real
. Oo oo that .'s the time to tc
scared 1 .
$ Santa's Geography Lessons I fb?n
ELL!" cried Peggy Phillips as she ran
into the house a few days before
Christmas, and Hung down her bag of
school-books, "thank goodness, there'll
be no more geography lessons for near
ly two weeks. Just think of it, Mother,
I'll have almost a whole fortnight with
out a single thought of that horrid,
"Don't you like geography, mv child?" asked her
mother abstractedly, for Mrs. Phillips was checking off
her Christmas list, and at that moment was not deeply
interested in her daughter's educational tastes.
"'Deed I don't!" declared Peggy, "so Mr. Geogra
phy, you can just go in there and study yourself for a -while."
and she threw the offending atlas into a cup
Unimpeded by geography lessons, the days flew swiftly
by, and in an incredibly short time it was Christmas
When Peggy's bedtime arrived that eccentric child
astonished her parents by begging to be allowed to sit
up all night.
"Why, Peggy," exclaimed her mother, "how absurd!
Indeed, you can't sit up all night.- What put such a
thing into your head?"
"I want to sec Santa Claus," said Teggy, eveing her
mother's face closelv. 1 - .
"But," said Mr. rhillips, "Santa Claus won't come if
there's anyone around. Don't you know. Puss, he al
ways waits until 'not a creature is stirring, noteven '
a mouse'?" , '.-
"Yes, father, but I want to sit up and watch for him. '
If he doesn't come, I'll-have to do without presents, -that's
all ; but I want to see what happens."
"You couldn't keep awake." sriid her mother, "and it's '
all nonseilse, anyway. Hup o!T to btd."
"Please let me,", begged Peggy. "Mayn't I, father?
I want to. awfully."
"Why. if you want to so much," said Mr. Phillips,
after a glance nt his wife, "I don't know as there's any
law against it. A nice little girl like you ought to have
her own way on Christmas Eve. if ever."
"Oh, goody! goody!" criedf Pegry, delighted at hav
ing won her cause. "You cati both go to bed. and 111
sit right here by tht 'fireplace and watch my stocking."
So she had her wsyiand 'somewhat earlier tha:: their
usual hour Mr. and is. Phillips retired, leavin their
small daughter 'curled v.p in a big piuTy armchair, her
bright eyes fixed on a long lanky stocking that hun
from the mantel. . . ; '
Several times Peggy felt quite sleepy, but she bravely '
battled against any such foolishness, rnd opricd --her
eyes quickly and wide when she felt tbei lids drooling.
After she had waited a long time, at"' it ree'vd ae if
it must be nearly morning, she thought she hc-rd a
slight sound, which seemed to proceed f-nn a funny
little old man who stood before her, holding a large
squarebook. , -, . , ..
"Who are you?" said Peggy, f-vr rs he had ro pack
on his back she thought he couldn't be the one she
waited for.: ' . ;
"Oh, I'm Santa Ctous. al righ." renVd the funnv
little old man, "but I've come tl the conclusion .that
children should be given what they need rather than
what they want; and what you need most is a lesson
in geography." '
"Oh," exclaimed Peggy, "anything but that!"
But her words seemed to produce no effect on the
little old man, who was already draw-ing up a chair in
which to sit by her side.
Having scrambled up into the chair, he proceeded to
open the big book and rest it on Peggy's lap and his
"I don't know much about this earth you live on,"
began Santa Claus, "but I have here a Geography
of Fairyland, and 1 intend to give you a pretty thor
ough lesson about that place."
"Oh, do you live in Fairyland?" asked Peggy, her
eyes brightening at this sort of geography.
"I didn't say so." replied Santa Claus, who had a
teasing twinkle in his eye, "but don't ask questions dur
ing lesson time. Just -sit still and attend to my lecture."
With this Peggy folded her hands demurely in her
lap. and her strange teacher went on:
"Fairyland is a large and beautiful country which
lies just beyond the ends of the earth. It is situated
between Wonderland and Nonsense Land, and is di
vided into many States and Territories. Its climate is
perfect. In Fairyland it never rains or snows, and is
always bright and sunshiny."
"Even at night?" interrupted Peggy, who was inca
pable of remaining still for very long.
"Oh, the nights arc all Arabian nights," replied her
teacher, "and so, of course, they're devoted to story
"How lovely!" said Peggy.
."After the climatic conditions," Santa Claus went on,
"comes the geology of Fairyland. The mines of the
country are enormously rich, and precious stones and
gems of all sorts are found in their depths. This is
fortunate, for many jewels are needed to decorate the
crowns and robes of all .the Kings and Queens and
Princes and Princesses who live there."
"Yes, indeed," said Peggy, greatly interested, "and
even their palaces ; for Aladdin's wonderful palace is
adorned with jewels, isn't it?" .
"Yes. and many of the other palaces' are, also. And
often they arc built of beautiful onyx and colored
marbles and porphyry and -granite oh, the geology of
Fni-vl.-.nd represents untold, riches!"
"I'd like to Fve there," said jPeggy.
"Next." faid the little old man, frowning- over his
spectacles like a real professor, "we'll consider the geo
graphical features. These are much like those of your
own country: high mountain-ranges, rivers, and a great
manv large forests." ,v .
"Yes." said Peggy, "about half the fairy-stories I've
rend toll about people going through a forest"
' "Or living in one," added. Santa Claus.
"Well, the forests are thickly inhabited. Then there
is the great sea, where the ships of the rich merchants
sail : and there are also numerous inhabited islands."
"Crusoe's. 1 suppose," said Peggy. '
"Yes.. Robinson Crusoe's, and many others."
"Tell me about the people," said the little girl, who
dearly loved stories of adventure.
"Later on well talk of the people,'' said Santa Claus.
"You must take your lesson as it is in the book. Next
comes vegetation. The flowers of Fairyland are won
derful. They are of such bright colors and of such
large size as can be found nowhere else.- And, of course,
there are many trees, but they are mostly Christmas
trees. So many of these are required, you know, to
supply the earth' each year that Fairyland folk raise
whole forests of them. Bean-stalks grow there, tor
and often attain enormous heights." .
"Are there animals?" asked Peggy, who didn't care
much for trees.
"Yes, indeed ; bears abound, and so do cats. ' There
are also queer beasts that have no name, and are differ
ent from any animals you are acquainted with."
"Yes, I know," said Peggy, "like Beauty's Beast, you
"Yes, like that. And there are dragons, which are
fearful monsters, that breathe forth fire and flame. And
dear little birds who can talk as well as sing. Oh, the
animals in Fairyland would make a fine Zoo."
"Now tell me about the people," begged Peggy.
"Well, the people are a queer race. There are prince
and princesses, but there are many poor, but beautiful,
men and maidens; then there are ogres and ogresses,
and fairies, and gnomes, and dwarfs, and great giants.
There are strange beings called Genii, and there are a
lot of wood-choppers, and shepherds and swineherds." '
"And magicians?" cried Peggy, getting excited.
"Yes, magicians, and wizards and witches and all
sorts of magic people."
"It's perfectly wonderful," said Peggy.
"The manners and customs are not like, your own,"
said Santa Claus, "the houses are never like this ; they're
either grand palaces or poor huts.- And many of the
robbers and dwarfs live in caves."
"Ugh," said Peggy with a shudder, "I'd be afraid of
"They're harmless enough," said her visitor, "and of
ten they do kind acts to travellers and wayfarers. Next .
we'll consider the modes of , conveyance. People ia
Fairyland rarely have carriages, except the royal .fami
lies and Cinderella ; most of the citizens -use magic car
pets or seven-league boots to travel in." 1
"How convenient," said Peggy, "I'd like to live there."
"But you'd get nothing to eat except black bread and
porridge.' Unless, indeed, you were of the royalty; they
have sumptuous feasts served on gold platters."
"What do they know of the arts and sciences?" asked
Peggy, whose own geography lessons haunted her brain.
- "Of the industrial arts, they practise only fanning
and spinning," replied Santa Claus, "unless woodchop--ping
can be considered an art. Of the sciences, al
chemy and magic are their favorites. And now 111 dfaw
you a map of fairyland."
Peggy shuddered at the idea of map-drawing, but as
unr th TlMt arfii1 mat ffrnm nrAr Q ft
nimble fingers, she began to think map-drawing must be
interesting after all, and she leaned forward to see
And would yon believe it? Just that leaning forward
woke her up, and he found it was morning Christmas
crammed as full as it would hold.
Oh, I've been asleep!" cried Peggy.
'Indeed, you have," said her mother, smiling. down at
her. "It's queer taste for a little girl to preferan arm
chair to her own little white bed."
"Yes," said Peggy, rubbing her eyes, "but I've had
suth a real dream; arid mother, I think I shall always
love my geography lessons after this. I think geogra-
phy is a very interesting Study. And Fairyland is a
wonderful place; I'd like to live there."