Dears

Don't go, dears.

Don't go, my dears.

A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!

Then Bob proposed: "A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!" Which all his family re-echoed. "God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

Goodbye, my dears!

"Poor dears!" she said, and then she looked so very sad herself that Tom and Racey took to comforting her, instead of expecting her to comfort them.

Look, little children, remember, dears, what you learn here. Say again and again: kometz aleph, O!