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THE CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS.
There they are in the corner,
Hanging up side by side,—
Four little, dainty stockings,
Chubby and short and wide,—
One for Etta and Charlie,
And one for shy little Nell;
And the wee little sock of crimson
Belongs to the baby, Bell.
Bell, to whose infant beauty
Every new day adds charms,
Taking no thought of the morrow,
Sleeps in her mother's arms;
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