As grandmothers rummage their piece-bags and bundles in search of gay odds and ends to make gifts with which to fill the little stockings that hang all in a row on Christmas Eve so I have gathered together some stories old and new to amuse the large family that has so rapidly and beautifully grown up about me
I hope that when they promenade in night-caps and gowns to rifle the plump stockings the little dears will utter an Oh of pleasure and giv...