. Story of the mince pie . o its verybase; then the little creatures threw them-selves on the hearth. Lets play school! cried the tall thinStick Doll, who seemed to be chairman forthe occasion. Mercy, no! cried another. I dont likeschool. I dont want to learn things. I said lets play school. We dont have 7 THE STORY OF to learn anything. It will be fun. Welleach tell a story. A story! echoed the whole bunch. What kind of a story? A true story. We dont know any, they all sighed. Oh, yes, you do. You all know finestories, and if youll tell them, somethinggrand is going to happen! What? cried the
. Story of the mince pie . o its verybase; then the little creatures threw them-selves on the hearth. Lets play school! cried the tall thinStick Doll, who seemed to be chairman forthe occasion. Mercy, no! cried another. I dont likeschool. I dont want to learn things. I said lets play school. We dont have 7 THE STORY OF to learn anything. It will be fun. Welleach tell a story. A story! echoed the whole bunch. What kind of a story? A true story. We dont know any, they all sighed. Oh, yes, you do. You all know finestories, and if youll tell them, somethinggrand is going to happen! What? cried the audience. This is the one night of all the year whenwonderful things happen. With wide open eyes and mouths theycrept closer to the speaker, and listenedbreathlessly. This is Christmas Eve. Didnt you hearthe mouse go up the clock? Its hiding andwatching. Pretend you arent looking, butsee the two bright eyes peering at us, just atthe end by the big hand. It wants the pie. 8 .> I ..».., de velop ...... Theyve been peeking in that big book S NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY NDONS L THE MINCE PIE As long as we are here it will not come is a Christmas pie for the Christmasdinner to-morrow. If we go back the mouse will run downand gobble us all up. So there is nothing forus to do but stay here. Its a long time tillmorning, and we better do something whilewe wait. How can we better while awaythe time than with stories? We dare not goto sleep, you know. If youll each tell astory you can have a gift, too. A gift! cried the chorus. Well, thatwould be worth while. Pray tell us whatwill the gift be? Thats a secret I am not allowed to reason is, because I do not know. He does not know. He does not know,sang the chorus, running down the scale asa mouse runs across the piano keys. Well, cried the wee Salt and Pepper 9 TALE OF THE Pair which seemed inseparable, since youknow so much, you better begin the I speak to be the teacher, cried the RaisinDoll. Very well
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