. Story of the mince pie . rs of paper in large wooden boxes. Other places they come from are here, andhere, and here, and here. As he spoke, he twirled over various partsof the globe, touching Persia, Greece, Italy,and Southern France. It is quite grand to be a sun raisin and 15 TALE OF THE come in a box looking so large and delicious,and to know you are the finest of your kind,but Id just about as soon be a pudding raisin,when the Cook comes in and says : Dear suz me, Missus, we cant have pud-ding to-day! Then all the children set up a dismal wailand Missus says, Why not, Id like toknow! Bec
. Story of the mince pie . rs of paper in large wooden boxes. Other places they come from are here, andhere, and here, and here. As he spoke, he twirled over various partsof the globe, touching Persia, Greece, Italy,and Southern France. It is quite grand to be a sun raisin and 15 TALE OF THE come in a box looking so large and delicious,and to know you are the finest of your kind,but Id just about as soon be a pudding raisin,when the Cook comes in and says : Dear suz me, Missus, we cant have pud-ding to-day! Then all the children set up a dismal wailand Missus says, Why not, Id like toknow! Because we are just out of pudding rai-sins, but she adds cheerfully, We have thelayer kind. Could we use those? Certainly not, says the Missus, with herhead up like this and her mouth turned downlike this. They cost too much. Well haveto have something else/ Then at dinner the Mister cries, Whydidnt we have pudding to-day; we alwayshave it on Tuesday! Cause no pudding raisins in the house,cry the children, sniffing again. 16. Behold, the Story Sprite! ~ ~ < L RAISIN DOLL Send for a barrel of them, orders theMister. When that gives out, get anotherat once. When I have my mouth made upfor pudding on Tuesdays I dont want to bedisappointed. Wouldnt that make a cute little puddingraisin hug herself? Another kind of raisin grows here inSmyrna; they are the small seedless kind. The Corinthian raisin currant— Boo! hoo! hoo! interrupted somebody,apparently much grieved. Whos crying like that? asked the RaisinDoll. I am, came in sobbing tones. Why? asked everybody, standing on tiptoe to see the weeping one. Hes telling my story. There isnt muchto tell about me, and if he tells it, I cant;then I wont get a gift! To be sure you wont! said the tall Stick TALE OF THE Doll. Mr. Raisin, are you going to telleverybodys story, may I ask? Why, no, said the Raisin Doll, a bitfussed over the uproar; I forgot that one ofmy cousins was present. Allow me to introduce to you the light-hearted, joyou
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