The Man in Lonely Land by Kate Langley Bosher
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krismus. It do seem like krismus ain't for prackticals. 40 cents is
her share. "Sam he wants a harmonicum, and Bobbie he just set his hart on a sled. I don't reckon you can get that in your trunk, and ifen you can't a necktie will have to do. The other chillern is so small it don't make no difference what you get for them, any little thing you can pick up will please 'em. They is all so excited about havin' presents from New York that they's plum crazy. I don't know what the county would do without you, Miss Claudia. You is everybody's friend and everybody is--" Claudia put out her hand. "Oh, that part doesn't matter. I'll take it now. We'll have to go. Are you ready?" "Not quite." Laine, who had finished the letter, handed it to her, then took out a note-book and pencil. "Are you sure you can remember the things? Hadn't I better write them down?" Claudia shook her head. "Not a bit of use. These are the last to get, and then I'm through. Are you?" "Am I what?" "Through." "Through what?" "With your Christmas things. I don't suppose men have as much to do as women and don't have to begin so early. Some people don't love |
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