The acme magazine . ellow scarvesof office, kept order so gently and gaily;the very youngest child—all the faceswere sweet and patient, and aglow withthe pleasure either of giving or of re-ceiving. The crowd of children looked plumpand healthy, and, although many gar-ments were much patched, there were norags—the poorest, looked cared for andcomfortable. Seven hundred of them were madehappy with toys and fruit; but there wasno scrambling or pushing, nothing butpatient, glowing expectation, and thenstill more glowing satisfaction. All toosoon it was over; the last child clattereddown the long r
The acme magazine . ellow scarvesof office, kept order so gently and gaily;the very youngest child—all the faceswere sweet and patient, and aglow withthe pleasure either of giving or of re-ceiving. The crowd of children looked plumpand healthy, and, although many gar-ments were much patched, there were norags—the poorest, looked cared for andcomfortable. Seven hundred of them were madehappy with toys and fruit; but there wasno scrambling or pushing, nothing butpatient, glowing expectation, and thenstill more glowing satisfaction. All toosoon it was over; the last child clattereddown the long room with its preciousarmful. The Black Slave was veryweary (he had worked like a proverbialnigger), and we retired to our couches,to dream it all over again. Afterwards we heard from the school-teachers and the childrens parents thatmost of them believed firmly that it wasthe real saint descended from heavenwho had laid his hands on their heads inbenediction as they received their pres-ents from the Black
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