CAUSE FOR THANKFULNESS.
Fast asleep, fast asleep, are these dear little girls;On the pillow are laid their two heads, full of curls,And of dreams gay and bright:Their prayers these sweet little maidens have said,And their stockings hung up at the head of their bed,To be filled this glad night.
Fast asleep, fast asleep, are these dear little girls;On the pillow are laid their two heads, full of curls,And of dreams gay and bright:Their prayers these sweet little maidens have said,And their stockings hung up at the head of their bed,To be filled this glad night.
Fast asleep, fast asleep, are these dear little girls;On the pillow are laid their two heads, full of curls,And of dreams gay and bright:Their prayers these sweet little maidens have said,And their stockings hung up at the head of their bed,To be filled this glad night.
Fast asleep, fast asleep, are these dear little girls;
On the pillow are laid their two heads, full of curls,
And of dreams gay and bright:
Their prayers these sweet little maidens have said,
And their stockings hung up at the head of their bed,
To be filled this glad night.
While they dream their mother sits beside them. While she fills their stockings with gifts, her heart is filled with praise. Her two little girls are both alive and well. It is not many weeks since the elder was very ill. The mother had been very sorrowful at the thought of losing one of her own dear girls.
What queer fancies sick people have! This little girl while ill imagined many things. She thought she was a fairy riding in a little golden carriage driven by two small white kittens, and that the doctor was a giant. She told him he was too big to take a drive with her, he would smash her carriage and kill her kittens. If he would be good, and not make her swallow such horrid stuff, she would change him into a dear little Puck, with a green jacket and a lace ruff.
Sometimes she thought she was an angel flying through the air. She said she was sitting on a horn of the moon, but would fly off soon to a world way off out of sight. That made her mother cry.
Once she very politely asked her father—a very large man—to take a seat on the mantle-piece, as she thought the room was crowded. And once she thought she was a clown in a circus, and tried to stand on her head in bed.
She was very ill; but she got well, however. Now it is Christmas eve. The mother is happy and thankful because there are two little girls instead of one.