StNicholas [serial] . A BIT OF CHRISTMAS BY HELEN A. HAWLEY It was Christmas morning, and very, very few minutes a trainman came through thecar, watching carefully a dial-faced thermometer,and stooping to turn screws of the heatinsr. AT THAT INSTANTTHE MAN SAUNTERED INTO RESUME HIS SEAT. paratus, in persistent attempts tokeep the pointing finger at seventy degrees. Despite the discomfort of close air, which wasnone too warm at best, the passengers in themain wore joyous faces, and did nt seem to con-sider the numerous packages and bundles anannoyance. From a wayside station, which l
StNicholas [serial] . A BIT OF CHRISTMAS BY HELEN A. HAWLEY It was Christmas morning, and very, very few minutes a trainman came through thecar, watching carefully a dial-faced thermometer,and stooping to turn screws of the heatinsr. AT THAT INSTANTTHE MAN SAUNTERED INTO RESUME HIS SEAT. paratus, in persistent attempts tokeep the pointing finger at seventy degrees. Despite the discomfort of close air, which wasnone too warm at best, the passengers in themain wore joyous faces, and did nt seem to con-sider the numerous packages and bundles anannoyance. From a wayside station, which looked as if ithad never been neighbor to any house where hu-man beings lived, a poor little girl entered anddropped into a seat, where an overcoat told thatits owner was probably in the smoking-car. Thechild did not notice this, and in her ignorance of travel, it would have made no difference if shehad. She might have been eight or ten years old,but that air of self-reliance was hers, which pov-ertys child often acquires very young; yet therewas nothing forward or bold inher appearance. Her dress was of thescantiest: a thin cotton gown, barelyconcealing the lack of suitable under-wear, a little worn shoulder-shawl,and a battered straw h
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