“Perhaps it is foolish to hang up my stocking, but—who knows!—Santa Claus may be along to fill it. If he does give me anything, I hope it will be something useful—a bale of hay, for instance.”
The Money-jug.
(A Rhyme of the Doll-House.)
By Katharine Pyle.
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The earthen money-jug sat on the shelf, Fat with pennies, and round and red; “You shall marry the little china doll When you are full,” the old rag-mother said. “Only a few more pennies,” said he, “Will fill me as full as I can be.” The poor little china doll below Sat in the doll-house, very sad, For she did not want to marry the jug, In spite of the pennies and dimes he had; And she would not look at the nursery shelf, Where he sat in his pride and puffed himself. “Two more days and it 's Christmas Day; I shall be quite full by then, I know,” Said the money-jug; but sadder still Was the little doll in the house below. |
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