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King Frost was abroad, nipping toes and ears, hanging icicles on the eaves of houses, and decorating the forest trees with glittering pendants. The wind howled in the sitting room chimney, but in front of the great back log the bed of live coals glowed red and the flames danced high, casting flickering shadows on the children's faces. KING FROST WAS ABROAD NIPPING TOES AND EARS HANGING ICICLES ON THE EAVES OF HOUSES AND DECORATING THE FOREST TREES WITH GLITTERING PENDANTS THE WIND HOWLED IN THE SITTING ROOM CHIMNEY BUT IN FRONT OF THE GREAT BACK LOG THE BED OF LIVE COALS GLOWED RED AND THE FLAME STANDS TIGHT CASTING FLICKERING SHADOWS ON THE CHILDREN'S FACES
an' we'll settle this thing here an' now. We can't hev fights an' lessons mixed up together every day, more 'n 's necessary; better decide right now who's boss o' this school. The stove's new an' I'm new, an' we call'ate to stay here till the end o' the term!' "Well, sir, not one o' that gang stirred in their seats, an' not one of 'em yipped! I taught school in my shirt sleeves consid'able the first week, but I never hed to afterwards. I was a little mite weak on mathematics, an' the older boys an' girls hed to depend on their study books for their information,--they never got any from me,--but every scholar in that Digby school got a hundred per cent in deportment the nine weeks I taught there!" XXX THE INGLENOOK It was a wild Friday night in March, after days of blustering storms and drifting snow. Beulah was clad in royal ermine; not only clad, indeed, but nearly buried in it. The timbers of the Yellow House creaked, and the wreaths of snow blew against the windows and lodged there.  CHAPTER THIRTY OF MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKENS THIS IS A LIVERPOX RECORDING ALL LIVERPOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIVERPOX DOT ORG RECORDING BY JOYCE COUCH MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKENS BY KATE DOUGLAS WIGGINS CHAPTER THIRTY THE INGLE NOOK IT WAS A WILD FRIDAY NIGHT IN MARCH AFTER DAYS OF BLUSTERING STORMS AND DRIFTING SNOW BEULAH WAS CLAD IN ROYAL ERMINE NOT ONLY CLAD INDEED BUT NEARLY BURIED IN IT THE TIMBERS OF THE YELLOW HOUSE CREAKED AND THE WREATHS OF SNOW BLEW AGAINST THE WINDOW AND LODGED THERE
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