On Christmas day in the evening . On Ohpi5tma5 Dan in fhf Gurninqevery one of you children grew up,too, sitting there in the old familypew, with your legs dangling. It stoo bad — its too bad! Its barbarous! Guy exclaimed,in a tone of disgust. And all over nothing of any realconsequence, sighed Mrs. Fernald,in her gentle way. We would havegiven up our ideas gladly, for thesake of harmony. But — there wereso many who felt it necessary tofight to have their own way. And feel that way still, I sup- pose ? suggested Sam Burnett,cheerfully. There s a whole lotof that feeling-it-necessary-to-fight,in
On Christmas day in the evening . On Ohpi5tma5 Dan in fhf Gurninqevery one of you children grew up,too, sitting there in the old familypew, with your legs dangling. It stoo bad — its too bad! Its barbarous! Guy exclaimed,in a tone of disgust. And all over nothing of any realconsequence, sighed Mrs. Fernald,in her gentle way. We would havegiven up our ideas gladly, for thesake of harmony. But — there wereso many who felt it necessary tofight to have their own way. And feel that way still, I sup- pose ? suggested Sam Burnett,cheerfully. There s a whole lotof that feeling-it-necessary-to-fight,in the world. Ive experienced itmyself, at times. They talked about it for a fewminutes, the younger men ratherenjoying the details of the quarrel,as those may who are outside of anaffair sufficiently far to see its in-consistencies and humours. But it Mr t. m^;^ms^^^ r^n np.»;*t • 1*1 IVI /?» c T\^,i;«tV,0 (a^ n*x\kt\/\
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