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At such a time it was my wont to beguile her weariness with little tales of faery, or with the gentle play that sleepy children like. AT SUCH A TIME IT WAS MY WONT TO BEGUILE HER WEARINESS WITH LITTLE TALES OF FAIRY OR WITH A GENTLE PLAY THAT SLEEPY CHILDREN LIKE
onely ever after that,--lonely for Master Sweetheart. I am thinking now of her and of him; for this is the Christmas season,--the time when it is most meet to think of the children and other sweet and holy things. There is snow everywhere, snow and cold. The garden is desolate and voiceless: the flowers are gone, the trees are ghosts, the birds have departed. It is winter out there, and it is winter, too, in this heart of mine. Yet in this Christmas season I think of them, and it pleaseth me--God forbid that I offend with much speaking--it pleaseth me to tell of the little things they did and loved. And you shall understand it all if, perchance, this sacred Christmas time a little Mistress Merciless of your own, or a little Master Sweetheart, clingeth to your knee and sanctifieth your hearth-stone. When of an evening all the joy of day was done, would our little Mistress Merciless fall aweary; and then her eyelids would grow exceeding heavy and her little tired hands were fain to fold.  INQUIRY AND I THINK SHE WAS LONELY EVER AFTER THAT LONELY FOR MASTER SWEETHEART I AM THINKING NOW OF HER AND OF HIM FOR THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS SEASON THE TIME WHEN IT IS MOST MEET TO THINK OF THE CHILDREN AND OTHER SWEET AND HOLY THINGS THERE IS SNOW EVERYWHERE SNOW AND COLD THE GARDEN IS DESOLATE AND VOICELESS THE FLOWERS ARE GONE THE TREES ARE GHOSTS THE BIRDS HAVE DEPARTED IT IS WINTER OUT THERE AND IT IS WINTER TOO IN THIS HEART OF MINE YET IN THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON I THINK OF THEM AND IT PLEASETH ME GOD FORBID THAT I OFFEND WITH MUCH SPEAKING IT PLEAS ME TO TELL OF THE LITTLE THINGS THEY DID AND LOVED AND YOU SHALL UNDERSTAND IT ALL IF PERCHANCE THIS SACRED CHRISTMAS TIME A LITTLE MISTRESS MERCILESS OF YOUR OWN OR A LITTLE MASTER'S SWEETHEART CLINGETH TO YOUR KNEE AND SANCTIFIETH YOUR HEARTHSTONE WHEN OF AN EVENING ALL THE JOY OF DAY WAS DONE WOULD OUR LITTLE MISTRESS MERCILESS FALL A WEARY AND THEN HER EYELIDS WOULD GROW EXCEEDING HEAVY AND HER LITTLE TIRED HANDS WERE FAIN TO FOLD
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