Christmas pudding was full of plums; and the
harper was happier than a king as he sat by his own fireside to sing:

"O glory, glory, glory!
We praise God's holy name;
For 'twas to bring His wondrous love,
The little Jesus came.

"And in our hearts it shines anew,
While at His throne we pray,
God bless us all for Jesus' sake,
This happy Christmas day."

[Illustration: Music]

THE HARPER'S SONG

Words, MAUD LINDSAY

Music, ELSIE A. MERRIMAN

1. Sing glo-ry, glo-ry, glo-ry! And bless God's ho-ly name;
2. O glo-ry, glo-ry, glo-ry! We praise God's ho-ly name;

For 'twas on Christmas morn-ing, The lit-tle Je-sus came.
For 'twas to bring His wondrous love, The lit-tle Je-sus came.

He wore no robes; no crown of gold Was on His head that morn; But
And in our hearts it shines a-new, While at His throne we pray, God

her-ald an-gels sang for joy, To tell a King was born.
bless us all for Je-sus' sake, This hap-py Christ-mas day.

THE PLATE OF PANCAKES

Once upon a time a woman was frying some pancakes, and as she turned
the last cake in the pan she said to her little boy:

"If you were a little older I should send you with some of these fine
cakes for your father's dinner, but as it is, he must wait till supper
for them."

"Oh, do let me take them," said the little boy, whose name was Karl.
"Just see how tall I am. And only yesterday my grandmother said I was
old enough to learn my letters. Do let me go!"

And he begged and begged till at last she selected the brownest and
crispest cakes, and putting them in a plate with a white napkin over
them she bade him take them.

Now the path that led from Karl's home to the saw-mill where his
father worked was straight enough, and plain enough, but it ran
through the wood that was called Enchanted. Fairies lived there, so
some people thought, and goblins that liked to work mischief; and
never before had the little boy been allowed to go there alone.

As he hurried along with the plate of pancakes in his hand he glanced
into every green thicket that he passed, half hopeful, and half
fearful that he might find a tiny creature hidden in the leaves. Not a
glimpse of fairy or goblin did he see, but when he came to the
blackberry bushes where the sweetest berries grow something seemed to
whisper to him: "Stop, Karl, and eat."

"But I am taking a plate of pancakes for my father's dinner," said
Karl speaking aloud.

"A