On Christmas day in the evening . to flight the dignity which was attimes a heavier weight than he couldcarry. No end. Dont you re-member how it used to be, when youfirst went into the work, and tackleda job now and then that seemed toobig for you .? Then you caught sightof a pair of shoulders that looked toyou broader than yours — the musclesdeveloped by years of exercise — andyou were pretty thankful to shiftthe load on to You didntwant to shirk — Heaven forbid! —but you just felt you didnt knowenough to deal with the you The old man, with a gently humor-ous
On Christmas day in the evening . to flight the dignity which was attimes a heavier weight than he couldcarry. No end. Dont you re-member how it used to be, when youfirst went into the work, and tackleda job now and then that seemed toobig for you .? Then you caught sightof a pair of shoulders that looked toyou broader than yours — the musclesdeveloped by years of exercise — andyou were pretty thankful to shiftthe load on to You didntwant to shirk — Heaven forbid! —but you just felt you didnt knowenough to deal with the you The old man, with a gently humor-ous look, glanced down at his ownthin, bent shoulders, then at the stal-wart ones which towered above him. You speak metaphorically, mydear lad, he said quaintly, with akindly twinkle in his faded blue laid his left hand on the firm youngarm whose hand held his shrunken
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