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Authors: Carolyn Haywood
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know how I love the cabin."
"How long can we stay?" asked Penny.
"Just over the weekend," replied Daddy.
"Where will we have our Christmas tree?" asked Penny.
"I think it would be best to have it here," said Daddy. "We can trim it before we go and it will be here when we get back."
"Oh, Daddy!" cried Penny. "Couldn't Peter and I trim the tree ourselves this year?"
"What do you think of that, Mother?" asked Daddy.
"I don't see any reason why not," said Mother.
"Oh, goodie!" cried Penny. "Shall we let Patsy help?"
"Sure," said Peter.
A few days before Christmas, Peter, Penny,
and Daddy went out and bought a Christmas tree. Daddy put it in the living-room alcove where it would be out of the way. It was a bushy tree but it only reached halfway to the ceiling. Daddy said that was big enough because they were going to trim it themselves.
Two days before Christmas, the boys carried the boxes of Christmas tree balls downstairs from the attic.
Penny telephoned to Patsy and Patsy came over to help trim the tree. Tootsie came with her. By this time, Tootsie was just like Mary's little lamb. She followed Patsy wherever she went.
"Hello, Patsy!" the two boys called out when Patsy came into the house.
"Hello!" replied Patsy, walking into the living room. "Isn't it exciting to trim the Christmas tree? Daddy and Mother won't let me help with our Christmas tree. But they said maybe I could next year. Anyway, I'm going to help trim yours now."
The boys patted Tootsie and then she settled her great self down before the open fire.
"Well, now!" said Penny. "Here are the boxes of balls and here are the tree hooks and here are the packages of silver. Look, it looks just like spiderwebs when you put it on the tree."
"Hey!" cried Peter. "Don't put it on now, Penny. It goes on last. After all the balls are on."
"I know. I was just showing Patsy," said Penny.
"Now, be careful of those balls, Patsy," said Peter. "Don't break any."
"All right," replied Patsy, as she lifted a box off the top of the pile and put it on the seat of a nearby chair. "I'll be careful."
Penny lifted the lid of a box and uncovered twelve beautiful red balls. He put a hook through the little tin loop on each ball and hung them on the tree. At the same time, Peter was hanging striped balls.
The balls that Patsy was hanging were silver. When she looked at them, she could see her own face. Only it was a funny Patsy face. The side of the ball made her face look very broad and her cheeks stuck out on each side like a chipmunk with nuts in its cheeks. Patsy got the giggles.
"Stop giggling, Patsy," said Penny. "You'll break a ball if you're not careful."
"I'm being careful," said Patsy.
Peter's next box of balls looked like brightly
painted tops, while Penny's were red bells. They tinkled when he shook them.
Patsy finished hanging her silver balls and picked up the next box. When she lifted the lid, there were twelve golden reindeer.
"Be very careful of those reindeer," said Penny. "They're very special."
"I am careful," said Patsy, as she hung a reindeer on a branch of the Christmas tree.
"Say! It's beginning to look nice!" said Penny. And he flopped himself down on the nearest chair. Immediately, there was the crunching sound of breaking Christmas tree balls. Penny's eyebrows flew up in surprise as he lifted himself out of the chair. There, on the seat of the chair, was a broken box and six crushed balls.
"Oh, Penny!" cried Patsy and Peter together. "Look what you did!"
"I didn't see the box on the chair," said Penny.
"Well, you should have looked," said Peter. "That was the box I was using. Now look at them! Just look at them! Nothing but crumbles."
"I'm sorry," said Penny.
"Well, you have to be more careful," said Peter. "Look out there, Patsy! You nearly dropped an angel."
Penny gathered up the crumpled cardboard box and the crumbled glass and threw all of it into the fireplace.
The tree was beginning to look very lovely but there was still a
"How long can we stay?" asked Penny.
"Just over the weekend," replied Daddy.
"Where will we have our Christmas tree?" asked Penny.
"I think it would be best to have it here," said Daddy. "We can trim it before we go and it will be here when we get back."
"Oh, Daddy!" cried Penny. "Couldn't Peter and I trim the tree ourselves this year?"
"What do you think of that, Mother?" asked Daddy.
"I don't see any reason why not," said Mother.
"Oh, goodie!" cried Penny. "Shall we let Patsy help?"
"Sure," said Peter.
A few days before Christmas, Peter, Penny,
and Daddy went out and bought a Christmas tree. Daddy put it in the living-room alcove where it would be out of the way. It was a bushy tree but it only reached halfway to the ceiling. Daddy said that was big enough because they were going to trim it themselves.
Two days before Christmas, the boys carried the boxes of Christmas tree balls downstairs from the attic.
Penny telephoned to Patsy and Patsy came over to help trim the tree. Tootsie came with her. By this time, Tootsie was just like Mary's little lamb. She followed Patsy wherever she went.
"Hello, Patsy!" the two boys called out when Patsy came into the house.
"Hello!" replied Patsy, walking into the living room. "Isn't it exciting to trim the Christmas tree? Daddy and Mother won't let me help with our Christmas tree. But they said maybe I could next year. Anyway, I'm going to help trim yours now."
The boys patted Tootsie and then she settled her great self down before the open fire.
"Well, now!" said Penny. "Here are the boxes of balls and here are the tree hooks and here are the packages of silver. Look, it looks just like spiderwebs when you put it on the tree."
"Hey!" cried Peter. "Don't put it on now, Penny. It goes on last. After all the balls are on."
"I know. I was just showing Patsy," said Penny.
"Now, be careful of those balls, Patsy," said Peter. "Don't break any."
"All right," replied Patsy, as she lifted a box off the top of the pile and put it on the seat of a nearby chair. "I'll be careful."
Penny lifted the lid of a box and uncovered twelve beautiful red balls. He put a hook through the little tin loop on each ball and hung them on the tree. At the same time, Peter was hanging striped balls.
The balls that Patsy was hanging were silver. When she looked at them, she could see her own face. Only it was a funny Patsy face. The side of the ball made her face look very broad and her cheeks stuck out on each side like a chipmunk with nuts in its cheeks. Patsy got the giggles.
"Stop giggling, Patsy," said Penny. "You'll break a ball if you're not careful."
"I'm being careful," said Patsy.
Peter's next box of balls looked like brightly
painted tops, while Penny's were red bells. They tinkled when he shook them.
Patsy finished hanging her silver balls and picked up the next box. When she lifted the lid, there were twelve golden reindeer.
"Be very careful of those reindeer," said Penny. "They're very special."
"I am careful," said Patsy, as she hung a reindeer on a branch of the Christmas tree.
"Say! It's beginning to look nice!" said Penny. And he flopped himself down on the nearest chair. Immediately, there was the crunching sound of breaking Christmas tree balls. Penny's eyebrows flew up in surprise as he lifted himself out of the chair. There, on the seat of the chair, was a broken box and six crushed balls.
"Oh, Penny!" cried Patsy and Peter together. "Look what you did!"
"I didn't see the box on the chair," said Penny.
"Well, you should have looked," said Peter. "That was the box I was using. Now look at them! Just look at them! Nothing but crumbles."
"I'm sorry," said Penny.
"Well, you have to be more careful," said Peter. "Look out there, Patsy! You nearly dropped an angel."
Penny gathered up the crumpled cardboard box and the crumbled glass and threw all of it into the fireplace.
The tree was beginning to look very lovely but there was still a
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