"He hasn't changed in the least." "None of my Christmas children have changed," was Mrs.Gray's fond retort.
"Neither has our fairy godmother," reminded Anne.
"I never feel grown up or responsible when we all gather home," said Jessica.
"And yet Tom is on his first vacation from work, David and Reddy are rising young business men, and Hippy is studying law," reminded Grace.
"Yes, but I don't like it," remarked a plaintive voice, as a fat face appeared around the corner of the porch.

"I want to be a brakeman." It was impossible not to laugh at Hippy, and, encouraged by the merriment, he cautiously climbed the steps of the porch and returned to his precarious perch upon the railing.
"I want to be a brakeman, And with the brakemen stay, I'd ride upon the choo-choo cars Through all the livelong day," he warbled, rocking backward and forward in time to his song.
"Why don't you go down to the railroad yard and put in your application, then ?" was Reddy's stolid advice.

"If I intended to be a brakeman I wouldn't study law." "Alas! I am obliged to obey the wishes of my cruel parents," whined Hippy.

"I am seriously contemplating wrapping a few little things in a handkerchief and leaving home forever.

I remember once when I was very young and unsophisticated I decided upon this step.