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Title: The brownies and other tales
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885 Woodward, Alice B., ill
Subjects: Children's stories
Publisher: London : G. Bell & Sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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disappointment as keenly as he did, and thatit greatly damped the pleasure of the party for themto think that they had prevented his sharing in thetreat. The most penitent of all was the deviser ofthe original idea. He had generously offered tostay at home with the little patient, which was asgenerously refused; but the next evening he wasallowed to come and sit on the bed, and describe itall for the amusement of his friend. He was aquaint boy, this urchin, with a face as broad as anAmerican-Indians, eyes as bright as a squirrels,and all the mischief in life lurking about him, tillyou could see roguishness in the very folds of hishooded Indian winter coat of blue and scarlet. Inhis hand he brought the sick childs present: a draywith two white horses, and little barrels that took offand on, and a driver, with wooden joints, a clothcoat, and everything, in fact, that was suitable to thedriver of a brewers dray, except that he had blueboots and earrings, and that his hair was painted in
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I brought it for you (p. 93). THREE CHRISTMAS TREES 93 braids like a ladys, which is clearly the fault of thedoll manufacturers, who will persist in making themall of the weaker sex. And what was the Christmas-tree like? askedthe invalid. Exactly like the fir outside your door, was thereply. Just about that size, and planted in a potcovered with red cloth. It was kept in another roomtil) after tea, and then when the door was opened itwas like a street fire in the town at night—such ablaze of light—Candles everywhere ! And on allthe branches the most beautiful presents. I got adrum and a penwiper. Was there an angel ? the child asked. Oh, yes! the boy answered. It was on thetip-top branch, and it was given to me, and Ibrought it for you, if you would like it; for, youknow, I am so very, very sorry I thought of a snow-man, and made you ill, and I do love you, and begyou to forgive me. And the roguish face stooped over the pillow to bekissed; and out of a pocket in the hooded coat ca

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