. St. Nicholas [serial] . e were told that we mustbe very careful or we wouldget lost, and although weheeded this warning we did get lost, and as a storm wascoming up we began to grow very anxious. Just asthe storm seemed about to break we espied a little hut,and ran to it for shelter. When we opened the door what a surprise greetedour eyes! A bright fire was burning on the hearth; by it sata little old woman knitting briskly. A large black cat A STUDY OF A FLOWER. BY ETHEL MESSEROY, AGE 15. 1905.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. IO49 slumbered before the fire, and in the chimney cornerwas a great home-m
. St. Nicholas [serial] . e were told that we mustbe very careful or we wouldget lost, and although weheeded this warning we did get lost, and as a storm wascoming up we began to grow very anxious. Just asthe storm seemed about to break we espied a little hut,and ran to it for shelter. When we opened the door what a surprise greetedour eyes! A bright fire was burning on the hearth; by it sata little old woman knitting briskly. A large black cat A STUDY OF A FLOWER. BY ETHEL MESSEROY, AGE 15. 1905.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. IO49 slumbered before the fire, and in the chimney cornerwas a great home-made broom. As soon as she saw us she bounced out of her chairand seized the broom, screaming out something in aforeign tongue as she did so. We girls began to getfrightened, but when one of the boys assured her thatwe meant no harm and only wanted shelter from thestorm, she replaced her broom and motioned for us tosit down. Soon afterward the storm broke and we were gladthat we had a shelter from the storm. The little old. A HEADING FOR SEPTEMBER. BY MARGARET REEVE, AGE(SILVER BADGE.) woman did not seem to be in the least disturbed by thetempest, and began to prepare her evening meal, mutter-ing all the time to herself, which was rather alarming. When the simple repast of black bread and soup wasready she invited us to help ourselves. We did notfancy sitting to the table with such a strange old woman,but fearing that we might offend her we accepted her in-vitation and did ample justice to the simple fare. The storm having past we inquired in what directionthe lake was, and the way having been pointed out wetook leave of the little hut and its strange inmate. Wesoon afterward found our boat, and in a short timearrived safely at the hotel landing. When our landlord heard of our adventure he ex-claimed, That was old Maria. The stupid countrypeople think she is a witch. It s a wonder she did notchase you off with that broom of hers, as she — But I think one story is enough for th
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