Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
I then told Mrs. Silver that I could obtain the use of a large
warehouse, which had been for some time unoccupied, and that she might
depend upon my fullest assistance in the arrangement of the details.
Their pleasure was unbounded, and I myself felt happier and more truly
thankful than I had felt for a long time past. I left the house with
Mr. Merrywhistle, and he beguiled the way with stories of the doings
of these his dearest friends. He was in the heart of an enthusiastic
speech when a poor woman, carrying a child, brushed past us; her head
was bent down to the child, and she was murmuring some restful words.
'Dear me!' exclaimed Mr. Merrywhistle, suddenly stopping. 'You will
excuse me, my dear sir. Goodnight! Good-night!'
Without waiting for a reply, he shook hands warmly with me, and
hurried after the woman. They turned the corner of the street almost
at the same moment.
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I walked home by myself, and thought of the pleasant evening I had
spent. The last words I had heard in the house of the Silvers were
from Rachel's lips.
'Good-night,' she had said, with her hand in mine. 'I am so glad you
came!'
But she was not more glad than I.
II.
THANK GOD FOR A GOOD BREAKFAST!
It is not necessary, nor is it within the limit of these pages, to
narrate how the details necessary to make the day in the country a
success were got through. Sufficient for my purpose to say that
everything was satisfactorily arranged and completed on the evening
before the appointed day. The number of applications was very great;
ten times as many as we were able to take begged to be allowed to go.
Mothers entreated; children looked imploringly into our faces. There
were many heartaches, I am sure; but none suffered greater pain than
we, the committee, upon whom devolved the duty of making the
selection. But we gave pleasure to many; and for the others---- Would
there were more workers! Each can do a little, with time or purse, and
that little may prove to be so much! Remember what the strongest and
most beautiful trees were, once upon a time. So may a good life be
developed even from such a seedling as this.
There was one anxiety which nature alone could allay, if it were kind:
the weather. Many a heart beat with mingled hope and fear that night
before the day, and many a child's prayer was thought and whispered
that the sun would shine its best in the morning. Nature _was_ kind,
and the sun broke beautifully bright. How we congratulated ourselves,
with smiling faces, as we all assembled at seven o'clock in the large
warehouse I had borrowed for the occasion! The door was to be opened
for the children at half-past seven.
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