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Title: Kathie's Aunt Ruth
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Douglas, Amanda Minnie, 1831-1916
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Publisher: Boston : Lee and Shepard

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NT EUTH. Did you ever see Mm ? 0, I used to hang up my stocking and go tobed. Children ! exclaimed their mother. Mary,dont let them annoy Miss Kathie. Here is a Santa Glaus/ said Ada, looking backfrom a group of very fashionably attired littlegirls. The children held their breath and opened theireager eyes. Mary raised Florence in her arms. The folding doors between the drawing-room andlibrary opened slowly. There was the tree, its wide-spread arms glittering with burning tapers and tinybrilliantly colored balls that swung tremulously inthe heated air. After they had partly taken in this,the younger ones uttered an exclamation of sur-prise and delight, for there was a veritable SantaGlaus. A comical personage, enormously stout, and wrappedin furs from head to foot, with a fur cap upon hishead. His cheeks were puffy and red as the reddestapple, his nose was a little hooked one way, and hispointed chin turned up so that the two nearly met.He had the broadest grin on his countenance, and
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KATHIES CHRISTMAS. Page 199. THE NEW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY A8T0R, LRNOX ANf>lUJTiN FOUNDATIONSB L KATHIES CHRISTMAS. 201 altogether he was a funny-looking object, to say noth-ing of the great pack slung upon his back. The children gave a shout of glee. Willie wantedto run and speak to him, and thought Mary verycruel because she restrained him. Santa Claus rang a little bell, and began to makea speech. He was travelling around, he said, tofind good children. He had some gifts in his bag forthem, but all those who had been naughty during theyear had better go to bed, he thought. I VP. been good, said Willie, boldly. And I Ve been good, echoed Florence. George laughed, but said nothing. Several of thelittle ones around looked quite sober. Santa Claus put down his pack. He worked and tugged at the straps, puffing andblowing, and they came apart at length with such animpetus that he almost sprawled on the floor, at whichnearly every one laughed. Then he fumbled about,and at last drew forth

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