Now thy life is ended; but what thou hast given to mankind has no end; and as long as the world lasts, so long will the heavenly music of the Christmas harp ring in the ears of men.' When the sun rose the old shepherd lay dead by the roadside, with a smile on his face; and in his hands was a harp with all its strings broken." We left the fir woods as the tale was ended, and on the opposite hill was home.

A dim light in the kitchen window betokened that Aunt Janet had no idea of going to bed until all her young fry were safely housed for the night.
"Ma's waiting up for us," said Dan.

"I'd laugh if she happened to go to the door just as Felicity and Peter were strutting up.

I guess she'll be cross.

It's nearly twelve." "Christmas will soon be over," said Cecily, with a sigh.