Elizabeth F. Guptill

Summary

Elizabeth F. Guptill Christmas at Punkin Holler

Our Christmas tree to-night.
(Bows, and takes seat.)
Hiram—Look out, Sammy. She’s put that lamb of hers out doors, and he’ll eat up the Christmas tree.
Sammy—Can’t we bring it in now, teacher?
Miss P.—You can not. (as Sammy tries to speak) No, no one will steal it.
Sammy—Some one may eat it.
Miss P.—I hardly think any one will be hungry enough for that. People do not eat trees.
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Elizabeth F. Guptill Christmas at Punkin Holler

Aunt Hepsey—Don’t blame ye a bit. Ef anybody kin git ten cents outen old Sol Perkins, it’s their bounden duty to do it, say I. Go on, Betsey, ’n read it up good ’n loud.
Betsey—“Sandy Claws.”—Sandy Claws is an old, old man, older than Methuselah ever dreamed of being. He lives in a big snow house, built around the North Pole, and uses the Pole for a flag staff. He is very fat and jolly, with a big ponderosity in front. His belt is so long it has to be made to order. His eyes are the kind that twinkle and laugh all by themselves. His nose is round and red, like a little apple.
Source: Gutenberg

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