American messenger . entranced into hers; and she smiled inher dream. Christmas morning came, bright andsparkling and crisp. Through streetsdumb with snow, people hurried withbright Christmas faces and hands filledwith holly-decked parcels. A group ofgirls came to the Old Ladies Home,bringing gifts for every one of the oldladies, and went merrily about the house,delivering them. Thank you, dearie, said Miss Ellen,smiling gratefully over her lapful ofgifts—a soft grey shawl, a pair of pinkworsted slippers, a box of mints, prettilytied up. How kind it was of you toremember me, she said, putting
American messenger . entranced into hers; and she smiled inher dream. Christmas morning came, bright andsparkling and crisp. Through streetsdumb with snow, people hurried withbright Christmas faces and hands filledwith holly-decked parcels. A group ofgirls came to the Old Ladies Home,bringing gifts for every one of the oldladies, and went merrily about the house,delivering them. Thank you, dearie, said Miss Ellen,smiling gratefully over her lapful ofgifts—a soft grey shawl, a pair of pinkworsted slippers, a box of mints, prettilytied up. How kind it was of you toremember me, she said, putting down inthe bottom of her heart, out of sight, thelittle sore feeling that her own girls werenot among this party of joy-bringers—that they had not remembered her needof shawls and slippers and mints. The postman would bring some tokenof remembrance from them; she felt surehe would; and she watched eagerly fromthe window as he came down the streetpresently, laden as a Christmas postmanshould be. But none of his ma
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