A Christmas wreath, for little people (1855) (14569059649)

Identifier: christmaswreathf00chur (find matches)
Title: A Christmas wreath, for little people
Year: 1855 (1850s)
Authors: Church, Ella Rodman, b. 1831
Subjects: Christmas stories
Publisher: Philadelphia : Parry & McMillan
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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traint had quite unfitted her forstudy, and she had almost forgotten her let- 196 A CHRISTMAS WREATH. ters. The picture-alphabet was partly lost,and it seemed impossible for Katy to makethe least progress. Helen lost her patiencemore than once; and to both teacher andpupil it proved a weary day. One week was given to repairs and at-tempts ; but the more examinations Helenmade, the more discouraged did she be-come, until she quite despaired of un-ravelling the tangled thread of Katysimprovement. Eambler had been neglected for severaldays, and his mistress needed a ride to re-cruit her after so much exertion. Oncemounted on her horse, Helen threw care to the winds, and left Katy to wander back to the woods. Every letter from her father mentionedher charge; and after the arrival of the postKaty always received a fresh lesson, and agreat many scoldings for her carelessness;but the lesson came too seldom to do herany good, and the scoldings were not nearas useful as kindness would have been.
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There stood a little girl, sunburnt and dirty.—Pcf^/e 197. THE LITTLE ORPHAN. 19^ The three months were passing away,and Mr. Sefton had named the day of hisreturn. A da) or two before his expected arrivalHelen had exerted herself to have thingsjust as he would like; but as Katy hap-pened to be out of the way, she deferredher lesson to a more convenient season, andwent off for a long ride with Rambler. While she was gone, her father arrived. He had returned sooner than he ex-pected ; and as he approached the house, helooked eagerly around for his daughter;but then, as he remembered that she couldnot have expected him so soon, he went insearch of her. In walking through the grounds, he passeda window that opened into the kitchen, andthere stood a little girl, sunburnt and dirty,engaged in cleaning knives; her fingerswere covered with brickdust, and her dresswas scant and faded. Mr. Sefton stood gazing at her in sur-prisc; and had just identified those long,golden curls, which seemed a