Story of My Life

ises for everybody else. The mystery that surrounded the gifts was my greatest delight and amusement. My friends did all they could to excite my curiosity by hints and half-spelled sentenc

re, we played our guessing game, which grew m

tasy. When I learned that there was a gift for each child, I was delighted, and the kind people who had prepared the tree permitted me to hand the presents to the children. In the pleasure of doing this, I did not stop to look at my own gifts; but when I was ready for them, my impatience for the real Christmas to beg

white bear in my arms. Next morning it was I who waked the whole family with my first "Merry Christmas!" I found surprises, not in the stocking only, but on the table, on all the chairs, at the door,

t me to take all the care of my new pet. Every morning after breakfast I prepared his bath, made his cage clean an

t me as I opened the door. At first I did not realize what had happened; but when I put my hand in the cage and Tim's pretty wings