Grandma Burns sat knitting busily in the sun one bright morning the week before Christmas . The snow lay deep, and the hard crust glistened like silver. All at once she heard little sighs of grief outside her door. When she opened it there sat Peter and Jimmy Rice, two very poor little boys, with [...]
It had seemed to the little Wendell children that they would have a very sad Christmas . Mama had been very ill, and papa had been so anxious about mama that he could not think of anything else. Originally posted 2009-11-02 15:27:39.
“ Boys,” said Mrs. Howard one morning, looking up from a letter she was reading, “I have had a letter from your grandmamma. She writes that she is returning to England shortly.” Originally posted 2009-11-09 21:38:39.
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