"
As Joseph was a-walking
There did an angel sing,
And Mary's child at midnight
Was born to be our King.
Then be ye glad, good people,
This night of all the year,
And light ye up your candles,
For His star it shineth clear.
Before the song was over, Hannah had come on deck again, and was
listening eagerly. "I thank thee, Mistress Standish," she said, the
tears filling her blue eyes. "'Tis long, indeed, since I have heard
that song."
"Would it be wrong for me to learn to sing those words, Mistress
Standish?" gently questioned the little girl.
"Nay, Remember, I trow not. The song shall be thy Christmas gift."
Then Mistress Standish taught the little girl one verse after another
of the sweet old carol, and it was not long before Remember could say
it all.
The next day was dull and cold, and on Monday, the twenty-fifth, the
sky was still overcast. There was no bright Yule log in the Mayflower,
and no holly trimmed the little cabin.
The Pilgrims were true to the faith they loved. They held no special
service. They made no gifts.
Instead, they went again to the work of cutting the trees, and no one
murmured at his hard lot.
"We went on shore," one man wrote in his diary, "some to fell timber,
some to saw, some to rive, and some to carry; so no man rested all that
day."
As for little Remember, she spent the day on board the Mayflower.
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