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Papa’s Globe. 65
were dancing to the strains of cymbals and flutes,
and on the holy river lay cradled a thousand boats
with canopies hung with golden fringes, under which
great Rajahs reclined, lounging on cushions of em-
broidered satin. It was the gorgeousness of Eastern
dream-life, and yet it was all real !
“It seems to me this is a perfect paradise,” said
Axel, and Anna was of the same opinion, but the
thought of the bookcase at home was the expelling
angel that chased them away from paradise.
As they soared on their wings over the Holy
Land, the dawn of day spread a purple radiance
over Bethlehem, and Axel whispered to Anna—
“Here was born the best Friend of little children ;
He who said, ‘Suffer little children to come unto
Me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven!’ A
roseate glimmer tinged the land, as if the rising
sun by that meant to say—‘ As I break forth and
dissolve the shadows of the night, so once in
Bethlehem arose that Light of Love to usher in an
eternal day of salvation and bliss!’”
“To the north! to the north!” came the warning
of the dawn, and their wings carried them so high
that they scarcely got a glimpse of the minarets
of Constantinople, or of the Gothic spires of the
great European cities. As the grey tint of the
early morn in the north set in, just in the nick
of time, they arrived safely on the top of the book-
case in the study, and when the first light of day
shone into the room the two dolls were seated
demurely and without wings in their little carriage,
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