80 Hurrah for the Holidays!

 

Now I could venture on my very
loudest ‘‘ hurrah,” which, after all,
was but a feeble imitation of the -
boys’ loud cheers.

You know, anticipation is the
best part of every pleasure; in
easier words, everything looks
brighter before it comes than when
it zs come. I think that was very
nearly the happiest day of my
whole year at Beecham, when I
sat on the floor watching the last
things put into Miss Grant's box,
and chattering away about the
happy days coming. You see, for a
long time I had got up every morn-
ing with the thought of how many