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looking earnestly whilst talking, as if he had
got his thoughts from the book. Could they
be there ? Then he took up the little book,
and they all began singing, and the mother
and the youngest boy seemed to get their
words from another little book, which they
held between them. A big lad was playing
softly on a violin. I have, to my sorrow, since
then learned what a fiddle is, but I don’t see
how it can gladden a fellow. Little Anna sang
too; I recognised her voice now, but she had no
book. I suppose she got her words from the
Christmas tree, for she never took her eyes off it.
I really couldn’t keep from joining in as I stood
out in the snow on the cold Christmas night
My deep, gruff notes attracted little Anna’s
attention, as she was the nearest to me, and she
called out, pointing to me, and laughing :’ Oh,
father, mother, look! Nahley is there !’
"’Hush, child! you mustn’t laugh just now,’
said the mother.
" ’ I tell you he is there ! Come in, Nahley,’
she said, and smiled, and, oh, so prettily,—bless
that sweet smile ! I couldn’t move my eyes
from her, but remained at the window-pane,
staring at her.
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