Large Vase Pot

The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he began:"Well, once there was a little pig--"She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She said she had heard little pig-stories till she was perfectly sick of them."Well, what kind of story shall I tell, then?""About Christmas. It's getting to be the season. It's past Thanksgiving already.""It seems to me," her papa argued, "that I've told as often about Christmas as I have about little pigs.""No difference! Christmas is more interesting.""Well!" Her papa roused himself from his writing by a great effort. "Well, then, I'll tell you about the little girl that wanted it Christmas every day in the year. How would you like that?""First-rate!" said the little girl; and she nest