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THE ARGUS. SATURDAY, APRIL 10, 1909.
SANTA'S FRIENDS !
5 A NT A .CLAU.S Jives, in the Laughing
V alley, where stands tfie big, rambling
castle in which his toys are manufac
tured. His workmen, selected from the
ryls, kuooks, pixies and fairies, liye with
him, and .every one is ,as busy as can be
from one year's end to another.
It is called the Laughing Valley be
cause everything there is happy and gay. The brook
chuckles to itself as it leaps rollicking between, its green
banks; the wind whistles merrily m the' trees; the sun
beams dance lightly over the soft grass, and the violets
and wild-Mowers 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 Burzec.'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 Qaus, 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 migjjt go.
But the Daemons who live in the mountain .caves
grew to hate Santa Claus very much, and all for the
simple reason that he .made children .happy. .
The Caves iOf the Daemons are five in number. A
broad pathway leads up to the first cave, which is a
finely arched cavcrn at the. foot, pf the. niountaiu, the
entrance being beautifully carved and decorated. In it
resides the Daemon of Selfishness? Hack of this is an
other cavern inhabited by the Daemon of Envy. The
cave of the Daemon of Hatred is rcxt 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 v. hat -lies,
beyond this, Some say there are terrible pitfalls lead
ing to death ,and destruction, and this may very- well
be true. However, from each one of the four caves
mentioned there is a small,-narrow tunnel leading to
the fifth cave a cozy little. room occupied bv the i)ae
mon of Repentance. And as the rocky floors of these
passages ere well worn by the track of passing feet, I
judge that nany wanderers in the Caves of the Dae
mons have escaped tlycugh the tunnels to the abode
of the Oacmon of Repentance., who is . said to he a
pleasant 'sort . of fellow who gladly
opens tor one a
air and sunshine
little door admitting you-into lresl
I j Well, "these i Daemons of the Caves, thinking they had
frreat cause ..to dislike -ok! Santa Claus, -held a meeting
one day :tp discuss the matter .
"I'm really getting lonesome," Said the Daemon of
Selfishness. "For Santa Chins -distributes so many
pretty Christmas gifts to all the children that they be
come happy and generous, through his example, and
keep away from my cave".
"I'm havirtp 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. .children .p,a.ss through the
caves of - Selfishness and Envy, none, can get to my
"Or Jo mine," -adder! the-T)ae.mon cf'Malice.
"For my part," ssid the Daemon of Repentance, "it
is easily seen that if children do not visit your caves
they have no tjeed to visit mine; so I am quite as neg
lected as you are." '
. "Andiall .because of this person they call Santa
Claus "-exclaimed the Daemon .of Envy. "He is simply
ruining our business, and something must be done at
' To this they, readily agreed; but wh.it to do was an
other and -.more difficult matter to settle. They knew
that Santa Claus. worked all through the year at his
castle in the Laughing Valley, preparr.g the gifts lie
was to distribute on Christmas Eve; and at first they
resolved to try to tempt him into their caves, that they
BUT LOl COMING TO MEET HIS I.0YAL FRIENDS APPEARED THE
OF SANTA CI.AUS, HIS tKKIIT EYES SPARKLING WITH
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 saidi
'-. "These toys are wonderfully bright and pretty. Why
'do you not keep them tor yourself? It's a pity to give
i them to tliosc noisy boys and fretful girls, who break
and destroy tham so quickly."
"Nonsense!" cried the old graybeard, his bright eyes
twinkling merrily 'tis ' he turned toward . the tempting
Daemon; "the hoys and: girls are never so noisy and
fretful after receiving' my presents, arid if I can make
them happy for one day in .the year I am quite con
tent." r '
So the Daemon went back to-the others, "who awaited
Mm in their caves, and said:
"I have failed, for Santa' Claus is not at all selfish."
The following dnythc Daemon of Envy visited Santa
Claus. Said he.:. ."Jihe toy-shops a re. full of playthings
quite as pretty as thcSe you are making. 'What a shame
it is ihnt they should -interfere with your .business!
They make toys by machinery much quitker 'than you
can mike them bv band ; and they sell them for money,
vhi!o you get nothing at all for your work."
' n;t Santa Claus-'refused to be envious of the toy-
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"I can supply tbe little ones but ... a year on
Christmas Eve," he answered; "ior . the . children are
many, and I am but one. And as my work is one of
love and kindness, 1 would be ashamed to receive
money for my little gifts. But throughout all the year
the children must be amused in some way, and so the
toy-shops are able to bring much happiness to my little
friends. I like the toy-shops, and am glad to see them
in .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
Qaus. "Bad news i something that should be kept
secret and -never told."
"You cannot escape this, however," declared tlie Dae-
I HAVE BAD NEWS FOR YOU. SAID THE DAEMON.
RUN AWAY, LIKE A GOOD FELLOW, ANSWERED SANTA.
mon; "for in the worlikare a good many who do not
believe in Santa Claus, and these you are bound to hate
bitterly, since they have so wronged you."
"Stuff and 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 ratilepatc ! You arc quite right to hate such base
slanderers, and you ought to be revenged upon them for
their evil words."
"But 1 ditn't hate 'e:n !" 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 Gaus
in any way. On the contrary, he was shrewd enough
to sec that their object in visiting him was 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 an come to Santa
Clans while he is in the Laughing Valley, for the fairies,
and modes an protect ir.m. ljut on ,nnst-
he drives his reindeer out into the big world,
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 him. So the
Daemons laid their plans and awaited the arrival of
The moon shone big and white in the skv, 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 hti;e 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
swif.ly that their feet scarcely seemed
to touch the snow-covered ground.
Suddenly a strange thing hap
pened ; a rope shot through the moon
liglrt and a big noose that was in the
end of it settled over the arms and body of Santa Cljius
and dfevv 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
the snowdrift and bound 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;hc could not escape.
"Ha!" laughed 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 there 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, ana Hatred, and Malice! We have done a mighty
clever thing, we Daemons of the Caves !"
Now it so chanced that on this Christmas Eve the
good Santa Claus had taken with, him in hss sleigh
Nuter the Ryl, Peter the Knook, .Kilter the Pixie, and
a small fairy named Wisk his four favorite assistants.
These little people he bad often found very useful in
helping him to distribute his gifts to the children, and
when their master,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' sQnie'time after he had disappeared.
But finally they missed his cheery voice, and as their '
master always sang 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
and looked bark over the track made by the sleigh. But
Santa Claus had been left miles and miles behind.
"What shall we do?" asked Wisk, anxiously, all the
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 Ryl, who thought and spoke with much delib
eration. ' - ; - :
"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 'the toys to the children before -morning;
and that would grieve Santa Claus more than
"It is ceTtain that some wicked creatures have cap
tured him," added Kilter, thoughtfully; "and their ob
ject must be to make the children unhappy. So our
first dirty is to get the toys distributed as carefully as
if Santa Claus were himself present. Afterward we
caai seardi 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
bis feet dry, received a sewing-box filled with colored
worsteds and threads and needles, which made him so
provoked that he thoughtlessly called our dear Santa
Claus a fraud. - ;.
Had there been many such mistakes the Daemons
would 'have accofnplisried their evil purpose and made
the children unhappy,vi.J5ut the little friends of tlie ab
sent Santa Claus labored faithfully and intelligently to
carry out their master's ideas, and they made fewer
errors than might bexpeeted -tuider 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
xo wonaer now tney 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 Burzccfahd 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 Qaus
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 Qaus was not as merry as
usual during the night that succeeded his capture. For
although .he had faith in the judgment of his little
loanta s ixeograptiy Lessons s :?frt
ELL!" cried Peggy Phillips as she ran
into the house a few days before
Christinas, 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,
horrid geography !"
"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
board. ' . '
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 see Santa Claus," said Peggy, eyeing her
mother's face closelv. ' "
"But," said Mr. riu'llips. "Santa Claus won't come if
there's anyone around. Don't you know, l'uss, he al
ways waits until 'not a creature is stirring, not even
"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," snid her. mother, "and it's :
all nonsense, anyway. Hop off to b d."
"Please" let me.", begged Peggy. "Mayn't I. father?
I want to, awfully."
"Why. if you want to so much," said Mr. Thillips,
after a glance at 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!" cried' Pegsry, delighted at hav
ing won her cause. ."You can both go to bed. and I'll
sit right here by th&'fireplacc tind watch mv stocking." -
So she had her v'BY.'and somewhat earlier than their
usual hour Mr. and $;$, Phillips retired, leaving their
small daughter ' curled v.p in a hi? puffy armchair, her
bright eyes fixed on a long lanky stocking that hung
from the mantel. ,
Several times Peggy felt quite sleepy, but she bravely
battled against any such foolishness, pnd opr:ed her
eyes quickly and wide when she felt their lids drr-oir.g.
After she had waited a long time, a"'' it srvd a if
it must be nearly morning, she thought she heprd a
slight sound, which seemed to proceed f-om a funny
little old man who stood before her, holding a large
squarebook. -'... . . .
"Who are you?" said Pcegy. far rs he had no pack
on his back she thought he couldn't be the one she
"Oh, I'm Santa Claus. aT ric." ren'iH the funny
little old man, "but I've come t the conclusion .that
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 him with contemptuous words in his helpless
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 i "they
are waking up to find their stockings empty I 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,
finding that the prisoner would not reply to his jeers,
the Daemon of Malice presently went away, and sent
the Daemon of Repentance to take his place.
this last personage wasjnot so disagreeable as the
so aisagreeaDie as me .
others. He had gentle and refined features, and his
voice was soft and pleasant in tone.
"My brother Daemons do not trust me overmuch,"
said he, as he entered the cavern ; "but it is morning,
now, and the mischief is done. You cannot visit the
' children again for another year."
"That is true," answered Santa Claus. almost cheer
fully ; "Christmas Eve is past, and for the first time in
centuries I have not visited my children."
"The little ones will be'" greatly disappointed," mur
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 tl.em to my Cave
"Do you never repent yourself?" asked Santa Claus,
curiously. , .'
"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."
children should be given what they need rather than
what they want ; and what you need most is a lesson
"Oh," exclaimed Peggy, "anything but that!"
But her words seemed to produce no effect on the
little old man, who was already drawing 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 Qaus, 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
telling." "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 arc 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 are built of beautiful onyx and colored
marbles and porphyry' and -granite oh, the geology of
Fai-vland represents untold riches!"
"I'd like to l:ve there,", said ,Pcggy.
"Next." said the little old man, frowning over his
spectacles like a real professor, "we'll consider the geo
graphical featnrcs. These are much like those of your
own country, high mountain-ranges, rivers, and a great
manv large forests." -;'..
"Yes." said Peggy, "about half the fairy-stories I've
rend tell about people going through a forest"
"Or living in one," added. Santa Gaus.
"' "Well, the forests arc 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 manv others." -
"Tell rre about .the people," said the little girl, who
- dearly loved stories of adventure.
- "Later on well talk of tb people," said Santa Clans.
' "So I. understand," said Santa Clans. 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 cave
at once; for to prove that I sincerely regret my. share'
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 Qaus 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
morning, 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 Knooks from, the
forest, as rough and crooked in appearance as tbe
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fi j .. d.,i u v,
ing the emblem of the flower or plant it guarded. Be
hind these were many ranks of Pixies, Gnomes and
Nymphs, and in the rear a thousand beautiful fairies
floated along in gorgeous array. '
But lo ! coming to meet his loyal friends appeared the
imposing form of Santa Qaus, his -white beard floating
in the breeze 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
Killer, he embraced affectionately." - . :
"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 as
sistants. Children Know
By Juliet Wilbor Tompkins. .
When fathers jump up and they
"Here Jim! you rascal, you scamp l"
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;
Butwhen they say, "James," real
Oo oo that
scared 1 .
's the time to fcc
You must take your lesson as it is in the book. Next
comes vegetation. The flowers of i-airy land are won
derful. They are of such bright colors and of such
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, to
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
mean." . . . -
"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.
IV.1I me yK.jim u A qucci 1CLIC die JJlUIt,C
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 Qaus, "the houses are never like this ; they're
cither 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 in
Fairyland rarely have carriages, except the royal iami-
lies and Cinderella ; most of the citizens use magic car
pets or seven-league boots to travel in."'-
"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 farming
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
she saw the neat, careful map grow under Santa Oaus's
nimble fingers, she began to think map-drawing must be
interesting after all, and she leaned forward to see
And would you believe it.?. Just that leaning forward
woke her up, and she found it was morning Christmas
morning and her stocking hung by the fireplace,
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 ber own little white bed."
"Yes," said Peggy, rubbing her eyes, "but Tve had
ruth a real dream; arid mother, I think I shall always
love my geography lessons after this. I think geogra-
phy is a wy interesting Study. And Fairyland is a
wonderful place; I'd like to live there."
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