The Man in Lonely Land by Kate Langley Bosher
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"The child looked up in his face. 'They, too, are waiting--for some one to let them know. And they, too, need, for hearts hurt everywhere. Sometimes the loneliest ones are here.' "Before answer could be made, the main road was left, and in a tiny by-path they heard the laughter of children's voices; and, looking ahead, they saw a little house with wreaths in the windows through which the glow of firelight sent threads of dancing light upon the snow, and the door was open. "'We will go in,' said the child, 'for there is welcome.' "Inside, the mother and the father and all the children were hanging holly on the walls and bringing bundles and boxes and queer-shaped packages from the other rooms and hiding them under chairs and tables and in out-of-the-way places; and presently a row of stockings was hung from the chimneypiece, and the children clapped their hands and danced round and round the room. And then they threw their arms around their father and mother and kissed them good night and left them that Kris Kringle might come in. "'They have no money, but are very rich,' said the child. 'They love much.' "Over long roads and short ones, over some that were dark and some that were bright, they went their way, and presently they came to a shabby, snow-covered street where children were pressing their faces against shop-windows, and men and women were hurrying in and out of crowded stores; and the child loosened his hold upon the man's hand. |
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