Christmas 
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with us. While we were eating, the box played a 
song that I have often heard about some little fishes 
that asked their mother if they could go and play. 
I can’t repeat the song but I will tell you what I 
remember of it. Their mother said no, but the lit- 
tle fishes went anyhow ; and the result was that 
they got so far away from home they could not find 
their way back again. At last they were caught in 
a net with a lot of other fishes, and taken to the 
cannery. 
“ Perhaps these are the very ones,” said Jack, as 
he pointed to the box that was fast becoming 
empty. I don’t know whether Jack’s object was to 
save his few remaining sardines or not ; but, any- 
way, I did not care for any more just then; and as 
the sun had gone down, I bade Jack and his guest 
a very good-evening. 
And so ended our Christmas. 
