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Mrs. Mack took a glass of Christmas mead
and recited:
‘ ‘ Oh! I remember the happy ways
Of my gay and innocent childhood days.
And I love to feel that my old beart swells,
With the same pure joy that in childhood dwells.”
“ Mamma composed that herself,” said Mr.
Mack, gazing admiringly at his wife.
Later in the evening, Mrs. Mack daneed the
minuet for us, holding up her skirt and singing
in a delicate old-lady voice. Then she said:
“ Do you remember, Mack? Do you
remember that they were playing that air the
evening you asked me to marry you? ”
“ Do I remember? ” And Mr. Mack and
his wife beamed tenderly at each other.
“ Think! That such a homely woman as I
should get married! ” said Mrs. Mack to us on
the sofa.
“You homely!” and Mr. Mack gave the
dear old lady a kiss right on the mouth.
“ Now we shall see, children, whether, when
you get old, you have done like Mack and me.
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