. Our young folks [serial]. trunkupside down, and sit there, winding bright worsteds ? And Lina, did younot creep in on tiptoe, and bid me not interrupt her? Upon this, they all laughed merrily. And when I saw the small blacktrunk right side up, and when Janet held up her long gray stocking, andwhen Lina assured me she had not entered the room until just as I spokeof my children in America, I became convinced that it was all a after the tree had been lighted, and the gifts presented, and the suppereaten, I amused the company and myself by setting before them, in asorderly an array as
. Our young folks [serial]. trunkupside down, and sit there, winding bright worsteds ? And Lina, did younot creep in on tiptoe, and bid me not interrupt her? Upon this, they all laughed merrily. And when I saw the small blacktrunk right side up, and when Janet held up her long gray stocking, andwhen Lina assured me she had not entered the room until just as I spokeof my children in America, I became convinced that it was all a after the tree had been lighted, and the gifts presented, and the suppereaten, I amused the company and myself by setting before them, in asorderly an array as was possible, the somewhat confused visions of myChristmas sleep. Then, suddenly recollecting that Janet had told me no story, I ex-claimed, So then, after all, I have not yet heard the — Here I paused. For, even then, it seemed impossible to believe it all adream. No, said old Janet, with a smile, you have not yet heard the truestory of Wide-mouthed Kluhn. Mrs. A. M. Diaz. io8 Blocked in the Snow. [February, i- ........ mm -4 .V . .I ,..! . .,. I., I . ,i .. \. f^psglpl St HH • : .: 111! iWllg « „ ■- i : BLOCKED IN THE SNOW. I HE snow fell faster and faster, the train moved more and more slowly, and-*■ the daylight was almost gone. Mrs. Durant glanced over the top of themagazine in which she was vainly trying to forget her anxieties, and watched,first the whirling storm without, — the dreary, leafless forest through whichthe cars were struggling, — and then the faces of the two young girls whowere travelling under her charge. Laura, the elder, was absorbed in read-ing the last chapters of Leslie Goldthwaite, with her head pressed closelyagainst the window to catch the fading light, quite heedless that the damppane was taking all the crimp out of her fair hair. Her sister Emily wasleaning back in the other corner of the seat, fast asleep, in spite of the jerk-ing motion of the laboring train. If they were but safely at home, thought Mrs. Durant, I should n
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