Large Vase Pot

The little girl came into her papa's study, as she always did Saturday morning before breakfast, and asked for a story. He tried to beg off that morning, for he was very busy, but she would not let him. So he began:"Well, once there was a little pig--"She put her hand over his mouth and stopped him at the word. She said she 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 b