. The hermit's Christmas . The others eyes twinkled fora moment. And dost thou feast on Christ-mas Day, father? Methought/ dried peas and, perchance, a cutof goats flesh would be daintiesfitted to thy scruples. The hermit smiled. Why, so they are; but trulythe food matters little more thanthe place. Then the knight sighed loudly. Ah, but I bethink me, hesaid, of a great hall in MerryEngland, and the boars head andthe foaming ale and the songsand laughter! I would I werethere, across yon blue sea! The hermit smiled again. Truly, Sir Knight, driedgoats flesh is not a boars head,and this gourd I
. The hermit's Christmas . The others eyes twinkled fora moment. And dost thou feast on Christ-mas Day, father? Methought/ dried peas and, perchance, a cutof goats flesh would be daintiesfitted to thy scruples. The hermit smiled. Why, so they are; but trulythe food matters little more thanthe place. Then the knight sighed loudly. Ah, but I bethink me, hesaid, of a great hall in MerryEngland, and the boars head andthe foaming ale and the songsand laughter! I would I werethere, across yon blue sea! The hermit smiled again. Truly, Sir Knight, driedgoats flesh is not a boars head,and this gourd I take from thee isnot a horn of ale; but this isChristmas Day, and thou art wel-come And I will stay, good father,and dine with thee! but in truthI had meant so to do, an the her- 7 ^ k, ^~vT /f.
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