In Colors

The angels came through the forest to where the little tree stood, and gathering around it, they touched it with their hands Frontispiece

For he was so generous that he gave away all these pretty things as fast as he made them

So Barbara fell asleep

"But why shouldn't I be merry?" asked the little mauve mouse. "To-morrow is Christmas, and this is Christmas eve"

"'What sound was that?' cried Dimas, for he was exceeding fearful"

The strange allegory of the lame boy's speech filled her with awe

But, with her babe upon her knee, Naught recked that Mother of the tree

To seek that manger out and lay Our gifts before the child-- To bring our hearts and offer them Unto our King in Bethlehem!