. St. Nicholas [serial]. )Tb©ns <c ©If =jT© By Everett McNeil. When I was a boy there was one story which us the story forty-eleven times ; but, just tomy sisters and brothers and I were never tired of please so attentive an audience, she would tellhearing mother tell; for our own mother was it even once more. Then, while we childrenits heroine and the scene of the thrilling chase crowded closer around her chair, she would re-was not more than a mile and a half from our sume her knitting and begin :own door. Indeed, we often went coasting on When your grandfather settled in this partthe
. St. Nicholas [serial]. )Tb©ns <c ©If =jT© By Everett McNeil. When I was a boy there was one story which us the story forty-eleven times ; but, just tomy sisters and brothers and I were never tired of please so attentive an audience, she would tellhearing mother tell; for our own mother was it even once more. Then, while we childrenits heroine and the scene of the thrilling chase crowded closer around her chair, she would re-was not more than a mile and a half from our sume her knitting and begin :own door. Indeed, we often went coasting on When your grandfather settled in this partthe very hill down which she took her fearful of Wisconsin I was a little girl thirteen yearsride, and skated on the pond which was the old. We moved into the log house father hadscene of her adventure. I can still distinctly prepared for us early in the spring, and by fallremember how, when the long winter evenings we had things fixed quite comfortable. Thecame and the snow lay deep on the ground and winter which followed was one of unusualthe wind
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