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
Mind! Why, he had done just the very things that we had forgotten, and
the very best things too, to keep the youngsters out of mischief. We
had plenty to do. Here and there was a solitary one, who knew nobody
in all that wild band, wandering by himself, and casting wistful
glances at the other children who were playing. Here was a little
fellow who had lost his brother, crying lustily. Here was a shy timid
girl, absolutely without a friend. All these human strays--strays even
among the forlorn crew of youngsters who were tasting a pure enjoyment
for the first time in their lives--we collected together and formed
into bands, instructing them how to play, and taking part in their
games until they were sufficiently familiarised with each other to get
along without help. The children who were unable to run about we
arranged comfortably together in a place where they had a clear view
of the sports. Rachel, by tacit consent, took this group under her
care; and not long afterwards I saw her seated in the midst of them,
and heard her telling them, in admirable language and with admirable
tact, the best of those fairy stories which delight our childhood's
days. Blind as Rachel was, she could see deeper into these children's
hearts than we. They listened with almost breathless attention to
every word that fell from her lips--and every word was sweet--and saw
the scenes she painted, and learnt the lessons she taught. Among all
our children there was no happier group than this over which she
presided; and many whose limbs were straight and strong approached the
deformed group, and listened in delight and wonder. During the whole
of that day I noticed how the most forlorn and friendless of the
children congregated about Rachel. Perhaps they saw in her blindness
something akin to their own condition, and eyes that might have been
mournful grew soft and tender beneath the influence of her
sightlessness and kindly help. One of the most favourite pastimes of
the day was dancing to the music of the band. Such dancing! Girls went
round and round in the waltz with a solemn enjoyment in their faces
most wonderful to witness; boys, more demonstrative, executed amazing
steps, and flung their arms and their legs about in an extraordinary
manner. There were two champion dancers--boys of about twelve years of
age--whose capers and comicalities attracted large audiences. These
boys, by some means had secreted about their persons two immense pairs
of 'nigger' shoes, which were now tied on to their feet. They danced,
they sang, they asked conundrums of each other with amusing
seriousness; and I was privately and gravely informed that they
intended to become negro minstrels, and were saving up to buy a banjo.
Dinner-time came, and the horn was blown. Such a scampering never was
seen, and dull eyes lightened, and bright eyes grew brighter, at the
sight of the well-stocked tables. If it were necessary, I could
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