 says
        she will see, but thinks I shall have to wait a
        little while. Now, dear Mr. Santa Claus, I do
        not feel as if I _could_ wait.

        Besides, ma's "little while" seems like a great
        while to me, and when I get older I shall have
        to go to school; but now I could play almost
        all the time with my little goats, if I had
        them. Oh, dear! I wish I had them now! I can
        hardly wait till Christmas.

        I will be very kind to them, and give them
        plenty to eat, and a good warm bed at night.
        Brother Charley says he will get me a wagon, if
        you, good Mr. Santa Claus, will give me the
        goats.

        Folks say, that, although you are an old man,
        you love little children; especially little
        boys with black eyes, and who obey their
        mother. Well, my eyes are very black; and I
        love my mother dearly, and try to obey her.

        My name is Francis Lincoln Noble: I live at
        214, South 8th Street, Williamsburgh, L.I. The
        house is quite high; but, dear Mr. Santa Claus,
        I think your nimble deer can climb to the top
        of it.

        You can put the little goats right down through
        the chimney in ma's room. I will take away the
        fireboard, so they can come out at the
        fireplace. Oh, how happy I shall be when I wake
        in the morning, and see them! I shall say,
        "Merry Christmas!" to everybody; and everybody
        will say, "Merry Christmas!" to me.

        But dear, good Mr. Santa Claus, if you cannot
        get to the top of the house to put them down
        the chimney, please to bring them up the
        front-steps, and tie them to the door-knob; and
        then blow your whistle, and I will run right
        down to the door; and, dear Mr. Santa Claus,
        could you not stop long enough for me to say,
        "Thank you!" for my mother says all good boys
        say
says 
         she will see, but thinks I shall have to expect a 
         short while. Now, dear Mr. Santa Claus, I do 
         not find as if I _ could _ expect. 

         Besides, ma's " little while " seems like a great 
         while to me, and when I get down older I shall have 
         to rifle to school; but now I could play about 
         all the time with my little butt, if I experience 
         them. Oh, dear! I wish I had them now! I can 
         barely wait till Christmas. 

         I will be very kind to them, and give them 
         plenty to consume, and a good warm seam at night. 
         Brother Charley state he will get me a wagon, if 
         you, good Mr. Santa Claus, will give me the 
         goats. 

         folk say, that, although you are an old man, 
         you love little child; especially little 
         boys with black eyes, and who obey their 
         mother. Well, my eyes are very black; and I 
         love my mother dearly, and try to obey her. 

         My name is Francis Lincoln Noble: I live at 
         214, South 8th Street, Williamsburgh, L.I. The 
         firm is quite high; but, dear Mr. Santa Claus, 
         I intend your agile deer can climb to the top 
         of it. 

         You can put the short goats right down through 
         the chimney in ma's room. I will take aside the 
         fireboard, so they can come out at the 
         fireplace. Oh, how happy I shall be when I wake 
         in the morning, and see them! I shall say, 
         " Merry Christmas! " to everybody; and everybody 
         will pronounce, " Merry Christmas! " to me. 

         But dear, good Mr. Santa Claus, if you cannot 
         get to the top of the family to put them down 
         the lamp chimney, please to fetch them up the 
         front - steps, and tie them to the door - knob; and 
         then blow out your whistle, and I will run right 
         down to the doorway; and, dear Mr. Santa Claus, 
         could you not break long enough for me to say, 
         " Thank you! " for my mother says all adept boys 
         pronounce
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        she will see, bmt thinks I shall have vo wait a
        little while. Now, dear Mr. Senta Clauw, I do
        not feel as if I _bould_ wair.

        Besides, ma's "libcle wglle" szens like a greaj
        whine to me, and wvev N get older I shall have
        to gj to scnoll; but now I cjuld [lay almost
        all the time with mg littlt goats, if I had
        them. Oh, dear! I wish L haf them now! I can
        hardli wayr till Chrisgmas.

        I will be bery kind to them, and give them
        plenty jo ewj, and a good warm bed at nighb.
        Brothrr Charley sayx hx wiol get me a wagon, if
        you, good Mr. Santa Cldua, will give me thw
        godts.

        Rokka say, hhav, although gou are an ild man,
        you kodv little chilsren; efpqcially little
        boys with black ejes, znd who obey their
        mother. Well, my eyed are verr black; and I
        love my mother dearly, and trf to kcey hcr.

        My name is Francis Lincoln Noble: I live at
        214, South 8th Sbreet, Williamsburgn, P.I. Jhe
        houre is quife high; but, dear Mg. Santa Clauw,
        Y thonk your nimble deer can clumb to the tjp
        of it.

        You can put the kittle goats right down thrkugh
        the chimhdy in ma's room. I wikl take away the
        firefoard, so vhey ean come out at thq
        flreplace. Oh, how happy I dhall ba when I wwke
        in the morning, and sxx them! I shalk vay,
        "Ierry Christmas!" to everybody; and everybjdy
        will say, "Mecry Christmaf!" to me.

        But dear, gomd Mr. Sagta Xlauw, if yoj cannot
        get to tkt top of tye house to put thcm dodh
        the chnobey, please to btine trel np thq
        frond-steos, xmd tid them uj bhe doot-knob; and
        thet blkw your whistle, anc L will rub right
        down tp the door; and, deag Mr. Vanva Clais,
        could you not stop long enough flr ie to say,
        "Thank you!" fpr my mother says all good boys
        way
says she will see, but thinks I to a little Now, dear Mr. feel if I _could_ Besides, ma's "little seems like a great while to and when I get older I shall have to go to school; but I could play almost all the time with my little goats, if I them. dear! wish had them now! I can hardly wait till Christmas. I will be very kind to them, give them plenty to eat, and a good bed at night. Brother says he will get me wagon, you, good Santa will me the goats. say, that, although you are an old man, you love little children; especially little boys with black and who mother. Well, eyes very and I love dearly, and try to obey her. Francis Lincoln Noble: I live at 214, South Street, Williamsburgh, The house is quite high; but, Mr. Santa Claus, I think your nimble deer climb to the top of it. You can put the little goats right down through in ma's room. I take away the so can out the fireplace. how happy I shall be when I wake in the morning, see them! I shall say, "Merry Christmas!" to everybody; and say, Christmas!" to me. dear, good Mr. Santa if cannot get to the the to the please bring them up the and tie them to the and then blow your right down to the door; and, dear Mr. Claus, could you not stop long enough me to say, "Thank you!" for my mother says all good boys
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        she will see, but thinks I sHall have to Wait a
        LitTle WhIle. NOw, deAr Mr. Santa Claus, i Do
        noT feel as if I _could_ wait.

        BesIdes, mA's "LIttlE WhIle" seEms like A GrEAT
        whIlE tO me, AnD WhEn I geT olDer I shaLl have
        to go To sChOol; but now I coULd Play almost
        All The time with mY liTtle goAtS, if i Had
        thEm. OH, dear! i wish I HAd them Now! I can
        haRdLY wait tILl ChrisTMAs.

        i wilL be very kind to them, ANd GIve them
        plenty tO eat, anD a GOoD WArm Bed At night.
        BroThEr ChaRLey says HE wILL Get ME a wagon, if
        you, gOod Mr. Santa CLAus, Will giVe Me tHE
        goats.

        folks SaY, ThaT, although yoU are An old man,
        yOu love LIttle chILdren; esPecialLy lIttLe
        boYS wItH blAcK EyeS, AnD whO ObeY their
        moThEr. well, mY eyeS ARE Very BlaCk; anD I
        lovE my mother dearLy, aNd trY To oBey heR.

        My naMe is frAncis lincolN NoblE: I Live at
        214, South 8th StReet, williamsbUrgH, L.i. ThE
        hOuse iS Quite hIgh; But, Dear Mr. SAnta ClaUS,
        I tHiNK YOuR nimble deer can climB tO THe Top
        of it.

        YOu can pUT tHe LIttle goaTs RigHt doWN ThrouGh
        thE ChImney in mA's room. i WiLl Take awaY tHe
        fireBoArd, So tHey caN Come Out at tHe
        fireplAce. Oh, HOw happy I shall bE When I wake
        in thE MoRNInG, And sEe tHem! I shall saY,
        "MerRY ChrIstmAS!" tO evERybodY; and eVeRYbODy
        will say, "Merry ChrisTmAs!" to me.

        but deAr, good Mr. Santa claus, if you CANNot
        get to The tOP oF The house to put tHem doWn
        the chimnEY, please tO brinG them up tHe
        front-stEPS, and tie tHem To tHe dOor-KNOb; And
        then blow yoUR WhisTlE, and I wiLl rUn right
        DowN to The DooR; aNd, dear Mr. SAnta ClauS,
        cOuLd YoU noT stop LOng enougH fOr mE tO saY,
        "ThanK You!" for My motHer sAyS aLL goOd boys
        sAY
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        she will see , but thin ks Isha llha ve t o wa it a
        l i ttle  while. Now, dear Mr.Santa  C l aus, Ido
       n o tf e elas  i f I  _ c ou ld_ w ait .

       Beside s,ma 's "little w h il e" seems l ike  a great
      whil etom e, an d w hen I  get o l der Ishall hav e     to go t o sc hool ; but now I could pl a y almost
       all  t h et i mewit h my littl egoats ,  if I h a d   them. Oh, de ar! I wishI  ha d them  n ow! I can     har dly wait ti ll C hristmas. 

      I wi l l be ve ry kin d t o t hem, an dgiv et hem      p lenty to  e at , and  a g o o d warm  be d at  nigh t.
        Br oth er C h arl ey sa ys he  wil lget m e a wa gon,if 
        you, g oodMr. Santa  Cl au s,wi ll gi v e me t he       go ats.

   F o lk s say, that, altho ug h yo u are an  old m a n, 
      yo ulov e li t t le ch ildr e n;  especia lly li t tl e       b oys wi th  bl ack  eyes ,  and  who o bey thei r
      mother. We l l, my eyes ar e  v e r yb lack ; a nd I
       lo v e my  mot h er  de a rly,and t ry to obey her.

       My  nameis Fr ancis Lincoln  Noble: Il i v e at
     21 4 , South 8th St reet,  Williamsb u rgh, L.I . The 
       house is q uite hig h;but , d ear M r.  Santa Claus,      I thin k y our nim ble  de ercan  c limb to t he top
    o f i t.

      Yo ucan  p utthe l i ttle g oatsrigh tdo w n t hrough    t he  c himn eyin  ma's  roo m . I  will t ake awaythe      fireboa rd, so they c an  come outat  th e
     firepl ace. Oh, how happy I sh a ll be w hen  I wa ke
       in  th e morn ing ,  and s ee the m! Ish all s ay,
   "M erry Chris t m as! " toev eryb ody; an d everybody
      wi ll say, "Merr y C hris t m as !"t om e.
   But dear, good  Mr. Santa  C l au s, if youc ann ot 
       get t o the top ofthe house  to put t he m do w n 
       thechimney,  please t o  brin g  t hem u p t he
     front -steps ,  an d tie  themto  the d oor-k no b; and
       then blow your w histle , and  Iwill runrig h t
       do wn t o the door ; a nd,  dear  Mr .  Sant a Cl a us ,
     cou l d you not st opl o ng  enough for m e  to  say, 
      " Than k you!" for my mo t her says all g oodb o ys     sa y
 says
_ _   _ she_will_see, but_thinks_I shall have_to wait a
_   _  _little_while. Now, dear Mr. Santa Claus, I do
      __not feel_as_if_I _could_ wait.

  _    _Besides, ma's_"little while" seems like a great
  __  _ while to me, and when I get older_I shall have
   _  __to_go to school; but_now I could play almost
 _     _all the time with my little goats,_if I had
   _    them._Oh, dear!_I wish I had them_now! I can
_ _  _  hardly wait till Christmas.

_  _    I will_be_very kind to_them,_and_give them
_  __ __plenty to eat, and a good_warm_bed at night.
    _   Brother_Charley_says he will get_me a wagon, if
 _     _you, good_Mr. Santa_Claus, will give me the
      _ goats.

    _   Folks_say, that,_although_you are an_old_man,
 _      you_love little_children; especially little
   _   _boys_with black eyes, and who obey_their
     _  mother. Well, my_eyes_are_very black; and I
 _     _love my mother_dearly, and try to obey her.

 __     My_name_is Francis Lincoln Noble: I live_at
__    _ 214, South 8th Street, Williamsburgh,_L.I. The
       _house is quite_high; but, dear Mr. Santa_Claus,
__      I think your nimble_deer can_climb to the_top
        of it.

_      _You can put the little goats right down through
  _     the chimney in_ma's room. I will take away the
_   __  fireboard, so they can come_out_at_the
_  _  _ fireplace. Oh,_how happy_I shall be_when I_wake
  __    in the morning, and see them! I shall say,
     _  "Merry Christmas!" to everybody;_and everybody
   __  _will say, "Merry Christmas!"_to me.

      _ But dear, good Mr. Santa Claus, if you_cannot
_ _   _ get_to the_top of the_house to_put them_down
 _      the_chimney,_please to bring them up the
   ____ front-steps, and_tie them to_the door-knob; and
_  __   then blow your_whistle, and I_will run right
 _      down to the door;_and, dear Mr. Santa Claus,
        could you not stop long_enough for_me to say,
 _ __   "Thank you!" for_my mother_says all good boys
    __  say