Readmiora

“You see I felt ashamed of my present, after reading and talking about being good this morning, so I ran round the corner and changed it the minute I was up, and I’m so glad, for mine is the handsomest now.” Another bang of the street door sent the basket under the sofa, and the girls to the table, eager for breakfast. “Merry Christmas, Marmee! Many of them! Thank you for our books. We read some, and mean to every day,” they all cried in chorus. “Merry Christmas, little daughters! I’m glad you began at once, and ho…