StNicholas [serial] . ng more gently: Agirls life is made up of you must nts, but aboys is made up of you musts, and that sthe difference, Mrs. Barton; and I just thinkAlec s splendid. Mrs. Barton said falteringly: I m sorry; I 11 have to go straight home—I cant drink mine ; and she drew down herveil over eyes that were running over withtears. Then Alec leaned hastily forward over thecounter on which he had placed the glasses,and whispered: Momsie dear, please, little momsie, it wasfor papas Christmas. And then, somehow,sobs arose in all their throats, and the twoladies fled, leaving the three
StNicholas [serial] . ng more gently: Agirls life is made up of you must nts, but aboys is made up of you musts, and that sthe difference, Mrs. Barton; and I just thinkAlec s splendid. Mrs. Barton said falteringly: I m sorry; I 11 have to go straight home—I cant drink mine ; and she drew down herveil over eyes that were running over withtears. Then Alec leaned hastily forward over thecounter on which he had placed the glasses,and whispered: Momsie dear, please, little momsie, it wasfor papas Christmas. And then, somehow,sobs arose in all their throats, and the twoladies fled, leaving the three glasses untouchedin a row. Margery slid off her perch, and 9-] CHRISTMAS ON THE HOME STATION. H5 stood an instant, looking imploringly up at transformed into a small hero in his mothers Alec, and crying softly : eyes. But still he was not entirely happy until Oh, Alec, Papa Alec, I m so dreadfully he had gone to Margery and apologized for sorry — so dreadfully sorry! being unjust to her, like the little gentleman. ALEC WENT ON WH1T1 ING FOR A WHILE INJFF FOK MONEY THIS But he did not deign even to look at her,his big dark eyes following his mothers retir-ing figure. The shopping-party returned very dejectedly,and had not the heart even to untie theirbundles. However, after Mrs. Barton hadheard all about the captain of the yard andothers indorsing Alecs venture, by the timethe boy came home he found, to his intenseamazement and delight, that he was suddenlyVol. XXVII.—19. SILENCE, AND THEN HE ASKED: HOW ARE YOUCHRISTMAS, MARGY ? he was—even going the length of allowingher to stand on tiptoe and kiss him once onhis cheek, which she did with all proper ap-preciation of the unusual privilege. But that was the end of Alecs first busi-ness venture, for he was forced to resign hisposition at the end of the week. However, hewas the haughty possessor of three dollars andforty-five cents—less his debt to Mrs. An vers— and a fine, large disgust for soda-water, 146 CHRISTMAS O
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