StNicholas [serial] . A CHRISTMAS By Caroline Benedict Burrell. EDITH wheeledher chair tothe window. Thesnow was fallingslowly; the groundwas already whitewith it. The windmoaned one was in sighton the road. The house wasquiet. Norah hadfinished her prepara-tions for the Christ-mas dinner on themorrow and had gone upstairs, and father hadnot yet come in. Edith sighed a little. It was more than two years since the daywhen she fell and hurt her back, and shethought she was quite used to being tied to herchair, but sometimes even yet her helplessnessseemed a little—just a little
StNicholas [serial] . A CHRISTMAS By Caroline Benedict Burrell. EDITH wheeledher chair tothe window. Thesnow was fallingslowly; the groundwas already whitewith it. The windmoaned one was in sighton the road. The house wasquiet. Norah hadfinished her prepara-tions for the Christ-mas dinner on themorrow and had gone upstairs, and father hadnot yet come in. Edith sighed a little. It was more than two years since the daywhen she fell and hurt her back, and shethought she was quite used to being tied to herchair, but sometimes even yet her helplessnessseemed a little—just a little—hard. You see, Edith was only eighteen—youngenough still to love to run and skate ; but she had the bravest and cheeriestspirit that ever blessed a girl and a girlsfriends, and when she found that it would be)rears before she could walk again, and pos-sibly—possibly—she could never do so, afterthe first dreadful shock she made up her mindto be happy herself and to make everybodyelse happy. She had succeeded so well
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