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THE BROWN BEAR. IJ
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neighbours of mine, and I longed to see that
little girl, whose sweet voice I already loved.
Ah, there lay the little cot, consisting of but
one room, and hard by were the cow-shed
and tempting sty; but not I,—oh, no! I
wouldn’t touch anything belonging to my poor
neighbours. Little Anna had spoken well of
me, and I would not, even for a meal of their
cow, give her cause to alter her opinion of
poor Nahley. What a blaze of light issued
from the four small windows, placed one on
each side of the house! A large, cheery fire
of logwood almost chattered and laughed in
the open, whitewashed fireplace, so noisily
it cracked,—ah, and look now; it must have
been Christmas-eve, for • they had placed a
small fir-tree in the room, and lit it up with
tapering lights. This then was a real
Christmas tree,—one, two, as many lights as I have
claws, burning brightly amongst the green
branches. How soft the colour appeared, like
the shoots of saplings in the verdant spring!
Each little wavering flame seemed to say:
’ Look at my mission of light, betokening how
the world was lit up by the love that was born
to it on this night’ A snowy cloth covered
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