Pixy's Holiday Journey by George Lang
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"Yes, Fritz, you are right. I did turn it that you might not be waked by
the sun shining upon your eyelids. Now step off, quick, and put your heels in their proper place." "Oh, aunt, indeed I am satisfied. Please do not make me get up." "But I am not satisfied," and Mrs. Steiner helped him rise and still half asleep he dropped back upon the lounge with his head upon the pillow. She kissed his fair forehead, took up the lamp, and glanced at the three sleepers, perfect pictures of healthy, happy boyhood. "Now, Fritz, is not that a more comfortable way to sleep?" she asked, but there was no response for he was fast asleep. "It would be a happy day for me, if he could come to Frankfort and live with me," she said to herself, "but not as I will, but as God wills. May He protect them all through life, and keep them pure of heart as now; and ten years hence may they look as openly and honestly into the faces of their fellow-creatures as they do now. Let them not seek worldly honors in preference to the favor of God." Then she went softly from the room to her own apartment. Pixy was the first to awake the next morning, and had a good run in the grassy backyard to get an appetite for breakfast. "Now it is time to wake our sleepers," said Mrs. Steiner, and went to the door of the room to call them. They were too sound asleep to hear the call, and she opened the door and |
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