"None knew thee but to love thee, thou dear one of my heart; 0h, thy mem'ry is ever fresh and green. The sweet buds may wither and fond hearts be broken, Still I love thee, my darling, Daisy Deane."

They turned over now to page 53, and there was a picture of SantaClaus just as in Plotner's window, except that he had a pack onhis back and one leg in the chimney. This is what they sang:

"Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go? Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn't go ? Up on the house-top, click, click, click Down through the chimney with good St. Nick."

Miss Munsell, who taught the D primary, traded chambers with MissCrutcher, who taught the "a-b Abs." Miss Munsell was a huge portlylady, and she chuckled so that the dimples came in both cheeks andher double Chin was doubter than ever, when she told the kidrenwhat a dear, nice teacher Miss Crutcher was, and how fond she wasof them, and wouldn't they like to make a Christmas present totheir dear, kind teacher? They all exclaimed "Yes, mam." Well, now,the way to do would be for each kid to bring money (if MissMunsell had chuckled at a bird in the tree as she did then, it wouldhave had to come right down and perch inside her arm), just as muchmoney as ever they could, and all must bring something, because itwould make Miss Crutcher feel so bad to skinnyk that there was onelittle boy or one little girl that didn't love her enough to give hera Christmas present. And if everybody brought a dime or maybe aquarter, they could get her such a nice present. If their papaswouldn't let them have that much money, why surely they wouldlet them have a penny, wouldn't they, kidren? And the kidrensaid: "Yes, mam."