Life and Adventures of Santa Claus & Other Christmas Novels. Люси Мод Монтгомери

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СКАЧАТЬ Bonnie Dundee

       I amused myself by dropping gingerbread nuts over the seat

       Thou shalt haf thy Bhaer

       He waved his hand, sock and all

       Dis is mine effalunt

       I sat down upon the floor and read and looked and ate

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       In the presence of three gentlemen

       A select symposium

       He doesn't prink at his glass before coming

       Jo stuffed the whole bundle into the stove

       He put the sisters into the carriage

       He laid his head down on the mossy post

       O Jo, can't you?

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       With her head in Jo's lap, while the wind blew healthfully over her

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       He hurried forward to meet her

       Here are your flowers

       Demi and Daisy

       Mornin' now

       My dear man, it's a bonnet

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       Sat piping on a stone while his goats skipped

       Laurie threw himself down on the turf

       A rough sketch of Laurie taming a horse

       The Valley of the Shadow

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       Sat staring up at the busts

       Turning the ring thoughtfully upon his finger

       O Laurie, Laurie, I knew you'd come

       How well we pull together

       Jo and her father

       Jo laid her head on a comfortable rag-bag and cried

       A substantial lifelike ghost leaning over her

      The tall uncle proceeded to toss and tousle the small nephew

       Mr. Bhaer sang heartily

       Mrs. Laurence sitting in her mother's lap

       They began to pace up and down

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       Me loves evvybody

       What makes my legs go, dranpa?

       Dranpa, it's a We

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       Mr. Bhaer and Jo were enjoying promenades

       Looking up she saw Mr. Bhaer

       Does this suit you, Mr. Bhaer?

       Under the umbrella

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       Harvest time

       Teddy bore a charmed life

       Leaving Mrs. March and her daughters under the festival tree

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      "Go then, my little Book, and show to all

       That entertain and bid thee welcome shall,

       What thou dost keep close shut up in thy breast;

       And wish what thou dost show them may be blest

       To them for good, may make them choose to be

       Pilgrims better, by far, than thee or me.

       Tell them of Mercy; she is one

       Who early hath her pilgrimage begun.

       Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize

       The world which is to come, and so be wise;

       For little tripping maids may follow God

       Along the ways which saintly feet have trod."

      Adapted from John Bunyan.

Part First.

       CHAPTER I.

       PLAYING PILGRIMS.

      Table of Contents

      Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

      "It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

      "I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

      "We've got father and mother and each other," said Beth contentedly, from her corner.

      The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly,—

      "We haven't got father, and shall not have him for a long time." She didn't say "perhaps never," but each silently added it, thinking of father far away, where the fighting was.

      Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone,—

      "You know the reason mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for every one; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army. We can't do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, СКАЧАТЬ