This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 Excerpt: ... down in coloured tears, and the occasional burning of a projecting tuft of fir, greeted their noses, with pleasant associations of former Christmas-trees. The bright colours of the dolls' frocks, the golden oranges, the glittering balls, and all the other toys, were equally pleasing to their eyes. But Sylvia and ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 Excerpt: ... down in coloured tears, and the occasional burning of a projecting tuft of fir, greeted their noses, with pleasant associations of former Christmas-trees. The bright colours of the dolls' frocks, the golden oranges, the glittering balls, and all the other toys, were equally pleasing to their eyes. But Sylvia and Captain Parker thought that the prettiest sight of all, was the expression of joy on the faces of the little boys and girls from the wards upstairs. Many of them had never seen a Christmas-tree in their lives, and as they had not been told of the treat they were to have, the sudden look of surprise and pleasure on their faces as they came in, would have been reward enough for those who had called it forth, if their trouble had been twenty times as great. One little pale-faced baby child of two, who was carried by one of the nurses, gave a scream of delight and shouted "pooty, Comparisons. pooty!" as it stretched out its little arms as if it would like to embrace the big tree with its tiny hug. "I wish I were a rich man!" remarked Fred. "I'd give a Christmas-tree to poor children every day of my life." "Hush-sh-sh! too much noise, children," said one of the nurses, in a reproving voice. But Uncle Fred begged that if the noise did not disturb the patients upstairs, they might be allowed to make as much as they liked for that one evening. "I am glad cousin Sylvia put on that pretty red dress," said Katie, "because it looks so cheerful. I am sure the children must like it." "That's why she did it, I expect," remarked Fred. "Don't you think, Millie, she looks as pretty as the gold-spangled fairy at the top of the tree?" "Not quite," said truthful Millie after refle...
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