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"Oh! what a funny big clock!" said Dicky.
He was so pleased with everything that he 'most for got about hiding.
“I wonder if you could get into that?” said I. "I do b'lieve it's the very place, Dicky, 'cause nobody'll go to the clock! See! you can stand in it if you crowd pretty close, and we'll leave the door a tiny bit open, so you won't all smother. And if you can't see enough there, you can stand on your high tiptoes and look out through the glass."
I had hardly got him tucked in, when Betty looked in at the door, and said:
"You here, little Lizzie? Well, amuse yourself any way you like; and if you are lonesome, come out and stay with Hannah and me."
Dicky thought it was only fun to be crowded in such a queer little house while I could stay by him and open the door, and tell him all the things he wanted to know about. But by and by I heard the folks coming, and then I had to whisper to him to keep still, and I'd save him some turkey, and not to move.
Such a nice party that was! So many uncles and aunts and cousins, and everybody so glad to see everybody! And then came the dinner-Dicky could hear all about that-and it seemed as if we should never come to the end of talking, laughing, and eating. But right in the middle of it something queer happened.
"Whir-r-r-r!" went the old clock, and then it began to strike as if it had gone crazy.
"What in the world is the matter with the clock !" said Grandpa. And all the others jumped up. "What has got into the clock ?"
But something tumbled out of it just then, and that was Dicky. He was frightened and 'most crying.
66 'I didn't mean to hurt nothin'. I just climbed up a little to look out, and the old thing went off like firecrackers, it did!”
"What in the world—” began Grandpa again, but there he stopped, for I put my arms right round Dicky's neck, and was 'most crying too.
"No, he aint a burglar, Grandpa," I said. "He's just one of the least' that the Bible tells about; I'm 'most sure he is, and that's why I hid him there, 'cause he hadn't ever seen any Christmas. I was going to save him some of my turkey and cake, and it wouldn't have done a bit of harm, if that old clock hadn't made such a fuss. Please don't scold."
"No," said Grandpa, wiping his spectacles. "Nobody in this house shall scold because one little girl has tried to do what older ones should have been first to think of. Think of it, children-' Unto one of the least of these, unto me!'"
And so Dicky had a seat at the table, and the first Christmas dinner of his life.
GOD BLESS YOU.
OW simply fall the simple words
When friends long bound by stronger ties
Are doomed by fate to part!
You sadly press the hand of those
In breathing out, "God bless you!"
"God bless you!" Oh! few weeks ago I heard the mournful phrase,
When one whom I from childhood loved
Now blinding tears fall thick and fast-
The mother, sending forth her boy
She, trembling, says, between her sobs,
"God bless you!" more of love expresses
I only ask the dear old words
So sweet, so sad-"God bless you "
NOTHING TO DO.
to do!" in this world of ours, Where weeds spring up with fairest flowers,
Where smiles have only a fitful play,
"Nothing to do!" thou Christian soul,
"Nothing to do!" There are prayers to lay
"Nothing to do!" There are minds to teach
"Nothing to do!" There are lambs to feed,
'Nothing to do!" and thy Saviour said,
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