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Little Girls Christmas It was Christmas Eve, and Little Girl had just hung up her stocking by the fireplace—right where it would be all ready for Santa when he slipped down the chimney. She knew he was coming, because—well, because it was Christmas Eve, and because he always had come to leave gifts for her on all the other Christmas Eves that she could remember, and because she had seen his pictures everywhere down town that afternoon when she was out with Mother. Still, she wasn't JUST satisfied.

Willie Mouse Willie Mouse had often heard his Ma and Pa say that the moon was made of green cheese, and one evening he thought he would see if he could find it. He packed up a piece of cheese and a crust of bread, and, taking his lantern, set out on his travels. He had not gone far when he met his friend, Mr. Woodmouse, who asked him where he was going. “Oh!” said Willie, “I'm going to find the moon; it's made of green cheese, you know.” “I don't believe it's made of green cheese at all,” said Mr.

Wee Peter Pug ________________________________________ My Dame has lost her shoe and knows not where to find it. if you had seen the eager smile on the face of Wee Peter Pug you might have suspected that he had something to do with the loss of Dame’s shoe—and you would have been right. What pup could have resisted such a nice red fluffy shoe? So he marched with it triumphantly into the garden and hid it behind the lawn roller. Feeling very proud, Wee Peter trotted off to tell his chum, Tiddles, the kitten, all about his little joke.

Humpty Dumpty Humpty-Dumpty was a smooth, round little chap, with a winning smile, and a great golden heart in his broad chest. Only one thing troubled Humpty, and that was that he might fall and crack his thin shell. He wished to be hard all the way through, for he felt his heart wabble when he walked, or ran about.

The Road Not Taken & After Apple Picking The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I