A Christmas Memory

I think that Dick must have had a wise fairy god-
mother, who gave him one of her very best gifts.
This gift was a good memory for nice things.
Dick was nearly always happy, because he could always
remember something nice that had happened to him.
When some children would be quarrelsome and naughty,
because they had nothing to do, Dick would be quite
happy thinking over some jolly day he had had.

For some time after Dick had measles, he was not allowed
to go out to play with his friends, and now and then
he got tired of playing with his toys. Then he would just
sit down and rest, and think about every jolly Christmas
that he could remember.