. Story of the mince pie . was sweet it was so sad they could scarcelybear to listen, but it seemed to beckon themon. They hurried up the path taken by thechildren, and as they neared the door thewords of the song amazed them, and drewforth exclamations. Keep your promise and we can comeback! was the burden of the song, and theMayor cried: 49 AND PIPED THOSE Come! The Piper must be told weare ready and eager to give him what we owe. cc He led the way, but alas! they found theinside gate so small, only a child could en-ter. They called many times, but the onlyresponse was the sad little song of
. Story of the mince pie . was sweet it was so sad they could scarcelybear to listen, but it seemed to beckon themon. They hurried up the path taken by thechildren, and as they neared the door thewords of the song amazed them, and drewforth exclamations. Keep your promise and we can comeback! was the burden of the song, and theMayor cried: 49 AND PIPED THOSE Come! The Piper must be told weare ready and eager to give him what we owe. cc He led the way, but alas! they found theinside gate so small, only a child could en-ter. They called many times, but the onlyresponse was the sad little song of the chil-dren. They cannot hear us. What will wedo? cried one mother on her knees beforethe gate, trying in vain to push her waythrough. cc The lame boy, where is he? queried theMayor in anguished tones. Fast asleep in his bed, replied hismother. cGo quickly and bring him! cried theMayor. No one knows how soon the Portalmay swing shut. The father and mother hastened to the lit-tle home and to the crib where the boy lay 50. The beauty of the scene almost overwhelmed him RY . TILL - .ATIONS CHILDREN BACK AGAIN sleeping sweetly, bathed in the glow of thesilvery light. cCome/ whispered the mother. cCome. cThe boy opened his eyes, sprang into hisfathers arms, and they hastened again upthe mountain path. The door is open/ he cried I can have some one to play with! I hope so/ breathed the mother. Go inand find the Piper. Tell him we beg of himto let us keep our promise. If he will onlygive us back our children we will give himall we have! The little fellow limped through thegolden portal and could go no farther, forthe beauty of the scene almost overwhelmedhim. Such flowers! Such trees, whose wavingbranches of tender green were filled with themost beautifully coloured birds he-ever shrubs, with glistening leaves flutter- AND PIPED THOSE ing timidly in the gentle breeze. Here themoon shone with a light that was never onland or sea. The boy gazed in raptures at th
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