CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY.The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturdaymorning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg offthat morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So hebegan:"Well, once there was a little pig--"She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She saidshe had heard little pig-stories till she was perfectly sick of them."Well, what kind of story _shall_ I tell, then?""About Christmas. It's getting to be the season. It's past Thanksgivingalready.""It seems to me," her papa argued, "that I've told as often aboutChristmas as I have about little pigs.""No difference! Christmas is more interesting.""Well!" Her papa roused himself from his writing by a great effort."Well, then, I'll tell you about the little girl that wanted itChristmas every day in the year. How would you like that?""First-rate!" said the little girl; and she nestled into comfortableshape in his lap, ready for listening."Very well, then, this little pig--Oh, what are you pounding me for?""Because you said little pig instead of little girl.""I should like to know what's the difference between a little pig and alittle girl that wanted it Christmas every day!""Papa," said the little girl, warningly, "if you don't go on, I'll_give_ it to you!" And at this her papa darted off like lightning, andbegan to tell the story as fast as he could. Well, once there was a little girl who liked Christmas so much that she wanted it to be Christmas every day in the year; and as soon as Thanksgiving was over she began to send postal-cards to the old Christmas Fairy to ask if she mightn't have it. But the old fairy never answered any of the postals; and after a while the little girl found out that the Fairy was pretty particular, and wouldn't notice anything but letters--not even correspondence cards in envelopes; but real letters on sheets of paper, and sealed outside with a monogram--or your initial, anyway. So, then, she began to send her letters; and in about three weeks--or just the day before Christmas, it was--she got a letter from the Fairy, saying she might have it Christmas every day for a year, and then they would see about having it longer.