. North Carolina Christian advocate [serial] . , bare hands stuck intohis old coat pockets for warmth, hoppedup and down behind his pile of papers,piled on a box on the sidewalk. Wonder, now, if Toms expectin atree, said Jim, and, to his own greatsurprise, he got up from his comfortablechair, hunched himself into his old over-coat, pulled on his cap, and went out thedoor. Paper, Mr. Daly? asked Tom, beam-ing on Jim as he beamed on everyonewho crossed his path. Yes, said Jim. And Tom, whenyoure sold out, could you come over tomy house a minute? Something specialI want to ask you. Of course! sai
. North Carolina Christian advocate [serial] . , bare hands stuck intohis old coat pockets for warmth, hoppedup and down behind his pile of papers,piled on a box on the sidewalk. Wonder, now, if Toms expectin atree, said Jim, and, to his own greatsurprise, he got up from his comfortablechair, hunched himself into his old over-coat, pulled on his cap, and went out thedoor. Paper, Mr. Daly? asked Tom, beam-ing on Jim as he beamed on everyonewho crossed his path. Yes, said Jim. And Tom, whenyoure sold out, could you come over tomy house a minute? Something specialI want to ask you. Of course! said Tom. Ill be over,well, in ten minutes. Ive had great lucktonight. Most sold out half an hourahead of time. So Jim went home, or all but the little grocery store on thecorner, he found himself going in. Might as well give the kid somethingto eat while were talking, he excusedhimself, as, five minutes later, he open-ed his own door, set two red apples onthe table and emptied a little bag of can-dy beside them. Funny to be waiting. Storyland for a kid, he said, sitting down by thewindow and looking anxiously out. He hadnt long to wait, for in less thanten minutes he heard running feet, andthere was Tom racing to the door. Cold? asked Jim, surprised at hisown anxiety, as he pulled off Tomssnowy coat and cap. And no rubbers! Tom stared his amazement. Rub-bers! he scoffed. Then seeing the ap- BLESSING THE APPLE TREES ONCHRISTMAS EVE By Frances M. Frost. The apple trees are bare and sereThis longest evening of the orchard whimsy, slant and twist,They each a sky of amethystWhen looking north. But lifted linesOf somber, dark, hill-climbing pinesProtect them from the south. This nightThey must be blessed: there must besight Of snowy petals in the spring,There must be April blossoming. The orchard slumbers bare and sereThis longest evening of the year,But bless each tree, dear Child, oh blessIts coming springtime loveliness! pies and candy, he softened to ask,What
Size: 1395px × 1791px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorunitedme, bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, bookyear1894
