.

     "Papa", said Nellie, with wistful tone,
       "When God sends little children here,
     Do beautiful angels flutter down
       As once when they brought our Saviour dear?
     Don't they sing in the sky, where we can't see
       And listen up there to Harry and me?
     'Cause I prayed last night for the bestest things
       Heavenly Father sends us, and Harry said
     I might ask for a sister who hadn't wings
       A dear little sister to sleep in my bed;
     For my other one went away, you know,
     To sing with the angels long ago,
       And I want another to stay with me
       A dear little sister like Daisy Lee.
     So high, Papa! Look, don't you see?
       Just up to my chin. Heavenly Father knows
     'Bout her dress and her shoes and her curly hair
       'Cause I told him all, and so I s'pose
     The first little sister He has to spare
       He'll send her down here, oh won't she be
     A dear little sister for Harry and me!"

     "Yes, my Nellie", her father said,
       One gentle hand on the curly head
     With tender caress and whispered word
       Too low for her ear, 'though a Bright-one heard
     And passed it up, meet signal given
       From love on earth to love in heaven;
     "Yes, my Nellie, wait and see!
       We are all in our Heavenly Father's care
     And He'll send what is best for you and me
       When we look to Him with a loving prayer".

     The days passed on. 'Twas that happy time
     When bells ring out with their Christmas chime;
       There were people at work all over the land
       Busy for Santa Claus, heart and hand,
     And some in cabin and work-shop dim
     Who wouldn't have work if it wasn't for him;
     And Harry and Nellie?--There were none
       In that Christmas time had a gayer tree.
     Papa was at work at early dawn
       And the children all tip-toe to see;
     But the dark December day wore on
       E'er the door was opened noiseless
. 

      " Papa ", said Nellie, with wistful tone, 
        " When God sends short child here, 
      Do beautiful angels flutter down 
        equally once when they brought our Saviour dear? 
      Don't they sing in the sky, where we can't watch 
        And listen up there to Harry and me? 
     'Cause I prayed concluding night for the bestest thing 
        Heavenly Father sends us, and Harry said 
      I might necessitate for a sister who hadn't wings 
        A dear little sister to sleep in my bed; 
      For my other one go away, you know, 
      To sing with the angel long ago, 
        And I want another to stay with me 
        A dear little baby like Daisy Lee. 
      So gamey, Papa! Look, don't you see? 
        Just up to my kuki. Heavenly Father knows 
     ' Bout her dress and her shoes and her curly hair 
       'Cause I told him all, and so I s'pose 
      The inaugural little sister He has to spare 
        He'll send her down here, oh won't she be 
      A dear little sister for Harry and me! " 

      " Yes, my Nellie ", her father said, 
        One gentle hired hand on the curly head 
      With tender caress and whisper parole 
        besides low for her ear,' though a Bright - one heard 
      And pass it up, meet signal given 
        From love on earth to sleep together in heaven; 
      " Yes, my Nellie, wait and see! 
        We are all in our Heavenly Father's care 
      And He'll send what is best for you and me 
        When we look to Him with a loving prayer ". 

      The days passed on.' Twas that happy time 
      When bell resound out with their Christmas chime; 
        There were people at work all over the land 
        interfering for Santa Claus, heart and hand, 
      And some in cabin and work - shop dim 
      Who wouldn't have work if it wasn't for him; 
      And Harry and Nellie?--There were none 
        In that Christmas time had a gayer tree. 
      Papa was at work at early dawn 
        And the child all tip - toe to examine; 
      But the dark December sidereal day wore on 
        E'er the door was opened noiseless
.

     "Papa", said Nellie, with distful tone,
       "Whei God ssnds litgle children here,
     Do beantifyl antels flutter down
       As once when thwy bcought our Saviond dear?
     Doh'b thev wing in the ski, where we cdn't see
       Dna pisten up there to Harry and me?
     'Cause O orayed last nidht gjr tgv nestest things
       Heavenly Fafher seids us, and Harru said
     I might ask for a slster who hadn't wijgs
       A deaw little sistdr to sleek nn my bed;
     For my other one went away, yuu knpw,
     To wibg ahth the angxls logg ago,
       And I wdnt anoyher to stay wlth mx
       A dear little sisver like Daisy Lee.
     So higv, 'apa! Look, don't you sew?
       Jusd up ro oy dhmn. Geavenpy Hather knowa
     'Bout yer dress and her snoqw and her curmy haiw
       'Cause I told him all, and so I s'pove
     The first little siwter He has to spare
       He'lj send her down here, oh won't she be
     A dear lidtle aksttr for Fqrgy and me!"

     "Yes, my Nellie", her father said,
       Pne gentle hanb on the curly hraf
     With tendet caress ahd whispered word
       Tjo loq for her ear, 'though a Bright-one heard
     And passeb ir up, meet signal gnven
       Fxom lofe on earth to love in heaveu;
     "Ges, my Nellle, wait aha see!
       We afe sln in our Heavenly Father's sare
     End Hz'll send whaj is beft for you and me
       When we lolk to Hhm with a poving prayer".

     The days passxv on. 'Twas thaj hdppj time
     Whek bells ring oue with their Ckristmas chimd;
       Thvre were 'eople at wowk all over tvg land
       Uusy for Fantq Clqus, heafg and hand,
     And some in cabin qnd work-shop dim
     Dgo wouldn't have wotj if it wasn't gor hii;
     Wtd Harry and Neluie?--Gnere dere none
       On that Christmas tike hzd a gayer tree.
     Iapa was qt work wt early dawn
       And the chipdren alu tip-yoe to see;
     But the dark Decemger day wlre on
       E'ew thc dojr was opeued noiseless
. "Papa", said Nellie, with wistful tone, sends children here, beautiful angels flutter brought Saviour dear? Don't sing in the where we can't see And listen there to Harry and me? 'Cause I prayed last night for the bestest Heavenly Father sends us, and Harry said I might ask for a sister hadn't A little to sleep in my bed; For my other one went away, you know, To sing with angels long ago, And I want another to with me A dear sister like Daisy Lee. So Papa! don't you Just to chin. Heavenly Father 'Bout her dress and her shoes and her curly hair 'Cause I told him all, and so s'pose The sister He to He'll her down here, she be A dear little sister me!" "Yes, my Nellie", her father said, One hand on curly head With tender caress and word Too low for her ear, 'though a heard And passed it up, meet signal given From love on earth to love in my Nellie, wait and We are all our Father's And send what best for you and me When we look to Him with loving prayer". The days passed on. 'Twas that happy time ring with their Christmas There were people at all the land Busy for heart hand, cabin work-shop Who wouldn't have work it wasn't for him; And and Nellie?--There were none a gayer tree. Papa was at work at dawn And the children all tip-toe to But the dark December day wore on E'er the door was opened
.

     "Papa", said Nellie, with wistful Tone,
       "When GoD sendS liTtlE cHildRen hEre,
     Do beautiful ANgelS flutter down
       As once when They bRoUGht oUR SAviouR dear?
     DoN'T tHEY siNg In The SkY, WhEre we Can'T see
       And Listen up thEre To harry and me?
     'CaUSe i prayed lasT niGht for the besTesT thingS
       HEavENly FaTheR sendS us, and hArry saId
     I might aSk FOr a sisTEr who haDN'T wIngs
       a dear little sister TO sLEep in my bed;
     For mY other OnE WeNT AwaY, yoU know,
     To sinG wIth thE Angels lONg AGO,
       and i Want another to Stay with me
       A DEar Little SiSteR Like DaIsy LeE.
     SO HigH, Papa! Look, doN't yoU see?
       Just uP to my cHIn. HeaveNLy FatheR knows
     'bouT heR dreSS aNd Her ShOEs aND hEr cURly Hair
       'CausE I ToLd him All, aND SO i s'poSe
     THe fiRst liTtle sister He hAs tO spaRE
       He'Ll senD her dOwn hErE, oh woN't she bE
     A deaR lIttle sister for HArry And me!"

     "Yes, mY NeLlIe", hEr FatheR Said,
       OnE geNtlE hand on The curlY HeaD
     WITH TeNder caress and whispErED WoRd
       Too low For her EAr, 'ThOUgh a BrigHt-One HearD
     aNd pasSed iT Up, Meet signAl giveN
       frOm Love on eArTh to loVe In hEavEn;
     "Yes, MY NelLie, waiT and see!
       WE are aLL in our Heavenly fAther's care
     And hE'lL SEnD What Is bEst for you anD me
       WHEn we Look TO HIm wITh a loVing pRaYEr".

     tHe days passed on. 'Twas tHaT happy Time
     WHen bells ring oUt with theiR cHRistmas cHime;
       tHeRE were people at wOrk alL over the laND
       Busy for santa claus, heaRt and hand,
     aND some in cAbiN anD woRk-sHOP dIm
     Who wouldn't hAVE worK iF it wasn'T foR him;
     And harRy aNd NEllIe?--there were None
       In thAt chRiStMas Time hAD a gayer tReE.
     PaPa Was At worK At earlY dawn
       and tHe ChILdrEn all tiP-ToE TO see;
     buT tHe daRk DEcEmber Day wORe oN
       E'er the Door was opEneD NoisElEsS
.

     "Papa", said Nelli e, with wi stful  to ne, 
     "W hen God sendsl ittl e children here,
    Do be au t iful an gelsflutter do w n 
    As  o n ce  when  th ey brou ght our Sa vio ur  dear?
    D on 't they si ngin the sky,whe re weca n't see
     An d list e n up t here to H ar r y andm e?
   ' Ca useI prayed last nig h tf or the bestest  thing s   H eav enly Fathe rsends us, and Ha r r y  sa i d
     I migh t ask for a sis ter wh ohad n 't win gs
    A  dear littl e si ster to s leep i n  my bed ; 
     F or myoth eronew en tawa y, you kn ow,     To sin gwi th th e an g e l s  lon g a go,      And I wantano ther tostaywithme
     A  dearlittl esister like Dai sy L ee.
    Sohi gh,  P apa!L ook, d on' t y ou see? 
     Jus tu p to  my chin. Heavenly  F a t he r knows     ' B ou th er dress  a ndhers h oes a nd h e rcurly ha ir
    ' Cause I  t old hi mall , a nd so I s' pose
    Thefirst little sisterH e has to spar e 
  He' llsend her do wn h e re,oh w o n' t s h e be    Ad ea r  little sister forHa rry an d me! "

     "Yes,  my Nellie " , her fath er s a id , 
       One ge ntlehand on th e  curly h ead
    With  tender c a r ess andwhi spe red  wo r d 
      Too low f or h er  ear, ' tho ugh a B rig ht- one  he ar d
     An d passed  i tup ,mee t sig n al given 
    Fr om lo v e on e arthto l ov ei n h eaven; "Yes ,my  Nel lie ,waitands ee! 
      We are a lli n ou rHe avenlyFather's care 
    And He 'l l s end wh a t  is best  for you and me
      W hen weloo k toHimwith a lo vin g pray er" . 

    The d ays p as sed o n. 'T w a stha thappy time    When  b ells  ring o ut with their Chri s tma s chime;
     Ther e we rep eo p leat wor k all over the la nd
      Bu s yfor SantaC lau s,  heartand han d,
   And s ome in ca bin and w or k-sh o p  di m
     Who  wouldn' t have wo r k ifi twasn' t f or him ;    And  Harry and  Nell ie?--T he re wer e non e       I n that Christmas time h ad a g ayertre e.
     P apa was  at workat e arly dawn     Andthe child rena ll  ti p -toeto s e e;
     B u tthe d ar k Decemberd a y  wo re on 
     E' er t he door was opene d  noiseless
.

 _ _ "Papa", said Nellie,_with wistful_tone,
_ __  _"When God sends_little children here,
 _  _Do_beautiful angels flutter down
       As once when they_brought_our Saviour_dear?
__   Don't they_sing in the sky, where_we can't_see
       And_listen_up there to_Harry and me?
     'Cause I_prayed last night for the bestest_things
  ___  Heavenly Father_sends us, and Harry said
 _   I might ask_for a sister who hadn't wings
 _     A_dear little sister to sleep_in my_bed;
    _For my other_one went_away, you know,
_    To sing_with the angels_long ago,
    __ And I_want_another_to stay_with me
 __ __ A dear little sister like_Daisy_Lee.
     So high,_Papa! Look, don't you_see?
_   _  Just up to_my chin. Heavenly Father knows
 _ _ 'Bout_her dress and her shoes and her curly hair
  _    'Cause I_told him all, and_so I_s'pose
_  __The first_little sister He has to spare
 _ _   He'll send her_down here, oh won't_she_be
     A_dear little sister for Harry and_me!"

    _"Yes,_my_Nellie", her father said,
 _     One_gentle hand on_the curly head
    _With_tender caress and whispered word
 __    Too low_for_her_ear, 'though a Bright-one heard
_    And passed_it up, meet signal given
    _  From_love on earth to love_in_heaven;
_    "Yes, my Nellie, wait and see!
_ _  _ We are all in our Heavenly Father's care
 _   And He'll send what_is best for you and me
     _ When we look to Him with a_loving prayer".

     The_days passed on. 'Twas_that_happy time
     When_bells_ring_out_with their Christmas_chime;
  _  _ There_were people at_work all_over the land
__     Busy for Santa Claus, heart and hand,
     And some_in cabin and work-shop dim
 _   Who wouldn't_have_work if it_wasn't for him;
 _   And Harry and Nellie?--There were_none
       In that_Christmas_time had_a gayer tree.
 _ _ Papa_was at work_at early_dawn
 _ _   And the children all_tip-toe_to see;
     But the dark_December_day_wore_on
  _  _ E'er the_door was opened_noiseless