Magic words: A tale for Christmas time — John Shaqi
Magic words: A tale for Christmas timeMaceroni, Emilie
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Magic words: A tale for Christmas time
Maceroni, Emilie
Christmas stories
“You should not have thought that,” said the child, earnestly; “I
always remember you, for you taught me all I know. I was longing to
come yesterday, and all day to-day,” she continued, “to hear if you
had arrived. To-day has been so happy that I could not stay away any
longer, and so here I am,” she added, with her merry laugh, which
sounded pleasantly in that usually silent room. These simple words,
that mute caress, had restored the confidence of the two friends. Mary
was herself again, full of fun and prattle. Seated on the extreme edge
of a huge Gothic chair, she balanced her little feet on the back of
her friend Troy, who, far from resenting the liberty, fixed his dark
eyes lovingly on her sweet young face, while she talked on, full of
the details of her simple life. How she had gathered pine-cones for
several evenings, because she knew he loved their cheerful blaze and
sweet smell. How poor Turpin, who was always in trouble, had hunted
a rabbit, and been caught in a trap; of her mad race over the hills
for help; how she nursed the poor, poor foot afterwards; and how
the faithful patient cried because he could not accompany her that
night; the relation of all which very much affected his kind little
mistress. Presently she produced with great glee her “Christmas
present,”--several little bundles of bark, peeled with great care, from
the silver birch-trees, cut into slips, and tied with red worsted. “I
burnt a little bit the other day,” said she, “and the smell was so nice
I thought you would like it, so I got some to light your taper with--do
try it;” and the little creature soon held a blazing piece in her hand.
“It is delicious, Mary; and how good of you to collect it for me!”
“I was very happy getting it,” said the child; “but I wish you had not
thought I had forgotten you. I could not forget you!” she continued,
after a pause; “you, who have been so good to me, and taught me so
much! I never looked at a book before you came. Oh, I was sadly wild!
Mother said I made more noise than the boys!” And she laughed heartily.
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