Two Festivals by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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"Never was a birthday," as the good mother often said, "so full of terrible and joyful emotions; never was one more blessed." "That is a right good story, Mother," said Harry. "Was Grace Darling a real person?" "Yes," said his mother, "and many more beautiful stories are told of her, and all true. She was a noble creature." "One more story, dear Mother," said the boys. "We have a good deal of time, yet." "Many years ago," said the mother, "I was making a visit in a family where what I am going to relate to you took place. I wrote it all down, and I will now read it to you from my manuscript book." A TRUE STORY. One cold, stormy evening in the middle of winter, a family, consisting of four children and their parents, were gathered round a bright, blazing fire. One merry-looking little girl was sitting with a large, beautiful cat in her lap, which she was stroking, while |
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