American messenger . ulwinter when Washington and his pa-triots fought for American freedom. Take my muff, begged do. See, I can put my handsin my pockets. They are wide anddeep. That night when Patty came homefrom school Grandma called: Hereare your mittens, Pattikin. Wefound them back of the think Taffy must have carriedthem there to play with. Taffy, washing his yellow coat be-fore the glowing fire in the grate,paused to meow an assent. Then Patty got her little chair andsat down beside Grandma. Could you teach me to knit some them in a box with a card which said:Fo
American messenger . ulwinter when Washington and his pa-triots fought for American freedom. Take my muff, begged do. See, I can put my handsin my pockets. They are wide anddeep. That night when Patty came homefrom school Grandma called: Hereare your mittens, Pattikin. Wefound them back of the think Taffy must have carriedthem there to play with. Taffy, washing his yellow coat be-fore the glowing fire in the grate,paused to meow an assent. Then Patty got her little chair andsat down beside Grandma. Could you teach me to knit some them in a box with a card which said:For a patriotic little American, andmailed them to Rachel Levi. The next morning Patty rode toschool with a happy child who heldout two little red mittened hands toher. Theyre a perfect fit, she you moren a thousand bought that bond and wereso glad. I am glad, too, said Patty. Iam even glad Taffy carried off mymittens that night. Flse I dont sup-pose I should have noticed otherfolks cold THE SNOW MAN. mittens? she asked eagerly. Youknow I learned how to knit RedCross wash cloths for the soldiers,but I want some steel needles andsome dark red yarn. Then she told about Rachel and theLiberty bond and the cold little said she was sure she couldlearn. And forthwith she showedPatty how to set up a little redmitten and how to knit the wrist. For a long time afterwards when-ever Patty had any spare time sheclicked her shining needles, and withmany a lift from Grandma the mit-tens grew and grew until the cunninglittle thumbs were finished and theends narrowed off. At last one joyful day Patty-wrapped them in snowy paper, placed Mollies Wish BY MRS. W, THORHIRV CLARK Little Mollie Day was worried, nodoubt of it; to be sure she had a very-bad cold on account of which she bad tostay indoors, but this usually happy littlegirl would not look so sober about acold. As she sat by the window learningto sew she said under her breath : Iwish I could sin
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