American fiction -- 19th century; Christmas stories, American
It was a plan of the teachers that the smaller children should assist,
and, either by saving or earning, contribute their mites. And so each
Sunday the pennies were brought, while during the week the little ones
were busy as bees in devising ways and means to save or earn for the
fair. I wish you could have seen the boys who lived in the brick house
just across the street from St. Luke’s. They were as fond of play as
boys usually are; but they gave it up for a while, and the croquet
mallets rested quietly in the grass, and the old house-dog had a
worried, anxious look in his eyes, as if he wondered what had come over
his young masters, and why, instead of running up and down the walk with
him, they stayed so long out in the back yard, or climbed the trees
where he could not reach them. They were picking plums, and piling up
wood, and selling grapes; and, as the result of their work, they brought
to the Sunday school over a dollar and a half. And while they were thus
busy, two little girls, Susie and Maria, were picking apples, their
chubby faces getting very red and their white aprons somewhat stained
with the juicy fruit. Down on Main street there was a soda-fountain, and
the delicious, creamy liquid was very tempting, on a hot day, to the
children who had the pennies to spare, and in many cases the temptation
was too strong to be resisted; but a few denied themselves, and brought
the fruits of their self-denial to their teacher, just as Willie
Sutherland brought the pennies which he had saved by going without the
chewing-gum which boys usually like so much. To us these self-denials
may look very small, but God knew just how hard the struggle was in each
little heart, and he surely commended the offerings as he did the
widow’s mite, and blessed the children, too, who made them. Fourteen
dollars and thirty-three cents was the sum total which the children
saved in seven weeks; and never were pennies more acceptable than these,
which had cost the children quite as hard a struggle as many a greater
self-denial costs those of maturer years.
CHAPTER V.
THE DAY OF THE FAIR.
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