Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 174
the sawdust this year. Yes, said the cricket solemnly, sawdustit must be. Christmas morning came. The little boy,whose name Santa Claus did not wish men-tioned, saw all the other children pull out onetreasure after another from their long, well-stuffed stockings, while in his own, which hehad hung… … that little boy was as he poured the sawdustout of his stocking, and found that Santa Claushad really sent him nothing else.Poor little chap ! It was almost a year later, just before Christ-mas, when Santa Claus again sat by his fire—thinking. But this time he was in no trouble; no,indeed, not he !…
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