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“And the angels echoed around the throne,
Rejoice! for the Lord brings back his own.”

SCENE VI.

“Now, papa, I want you to give me something special to-day, because it’s Christmas,” said the little princess to her father, as she kissed and wished him “Merry Christmas” next morning.

“What is it, Pussy–half of my kingdom?”

“No, no, papa; not so much as that. It’s a little bit of my own way that I want.”

“Of course; well, what is it?”

“Well, I want you to take John back again.”

Her father’s face grew hard.

“Now, please, papa, don’t say a word till you have heard me. John was a capital gardener; he kept the green-house looking beautiful; and this Mike that we’ve got now, he’s nothing but an apprentice, and stupid as an owl at that! He’ll never do in the world.”

“All that is very true,” said Mr. De Witt, “but John drinks, and I won’t have a drinking man.”

“But, papa, I mean to take care of that. I’ve written out the temperance pledge, and dated it, and got John to sign it, and here it is,” and she handed the paper to her father, who read it carefully, and sat turning it in his hands while his daughter went on:

“You ought to have seen how poor, how very poor they were. His wife is such a nice, quiet, hardworking woman, and has two such pretty children. I went to see them and carry them Christmas things yesterday, but it’s no good doing anything if John can’t get work. She told me how the poor fellow had been walking the streets in the cold, day after day, trying everywhere, and nobody would take him. It’s a dreadful time now for a man to be out of work, and it isn’t fair his poor wife and children should suffer. Do try him again, papa!”

“John always did better with the pineapples than anybody we have tried,” said Mrs. De Witt at this point. “He is the only one who really understands pineapples.”

At this moment the door opened, and there was a sound of chirping voices in the hall. “Please, Miss Florence,” said Betty, “the little folks says they wants to give you a Christmas.” She added in a whisper: “They thinks much of giving you something, poor little things–plaze take it of ’em.” And little Tottie at the word marched in and offered the young princess his dear, beautiful, beloved string of glass beads, and Elsie presented the cross of red berries–most dear to her heart and fair to her eyes. “We wanted to give you something” she said bashfully.

“Oh, you lovely dears!” cried Florence; “how sweet of you! I shall keep these beautiful glass beads always, and put the cross up over my dressing-table. I thank you ever so much!”

“Are those John’s children?” asked Mr. De Witt, winking a tear out of his eye–he was at bottom a soft-hearted old gentleman.

“Yes, papa,” said Florence, caressing Elsie’s curly hair,–“see how sweet they are!”

“Well–you may tell John I’ll try him again.” And so passed Florence’s Christmas, with a new, warm sense of joy in her heart, a feeling of something in the world to be done, worth doing.

“How much joy one can give with a little money!” she said to herself as she counted over what she had spent on her Christmas. Ah yes! and how true that “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” A shining, invisible hand was laid on her head in blessing as she lay down that night, and a sweet sense of a loving presence stole like music into her soul. Unknown to herself, she had that day taken the first step out of self-life into that life of love and care for others which brought the King of Glory down to share earth’s toils and sorrows. And that precious experience was Christ’s Christmas gift to her.