The mother sometime beateth the child, but yet her hart melteth vpon it euen in the very beating, and therefore she casteth the rodde into the fier, and colleth the childe, geueth it an apple and dandleth it moste motherly.

From this hour until Christmas eve “Burke’s” will be emphatically a Christmas Store. We have turned the entire establishment over to Santa Claus—and to you, his legions of lieutenants and lieutenantesses —to the gift-gatherers and gift-givers of Rochester and surrounding towns.

Take the libationer of the Imperial College, for instance, who is my tutor.

More than ever I wished she was my sister and that mother could watch over her. She would gladly, I knew. A little girl, barely twelve years old and not large for her age.