Maud Lindsay, The Story-teller
“ THE HARPER WAS HAPPIER THAN A KING AS HE SAT BY HIS OWN FIRESIDE.The trees of the forest were creaking and bending in the wind, and every one of them seemed to say: "Darkness gathers, night is near; Harper, stop! Don't venture here."But the harper would not stop. "Snows may fall, winds may blow, and night may come, but I have promised to be at home by Christmas day to eat my share of the Christmas pudding and sing the Christmas songs by my own fireside. I must go on." ”
