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'Hev you scraped the paint off'n the runners?' asked Wralsey Goodnow. 'Course I hev,' said Otis; 'broke my own knife an' Lute Ingraham's a doin' it, but it don't seem to make no dif'rence  the darned ol' thing won't go!' HAVE YOU SCRAP THE PAIN OFF THE RUNNERS OSWORSELY GOOD NOW CAUSE I HAVE SAID OTIS BROKE MY OWN KNIFE AND LIT INGRAM IN DOING IT BUT IT DON'T SEEM TO MAKE NO DIFFERENCE TARN OLD THING WON'T GO
indoors six weeks. But Martin had his ol' sled, and he didn't hev to ask any odds of any of us, neither." "I brought Martin a sled the _next_ Christmas," said Santa Claus. "Like as not--but did you ever slide downhill, Santa Claus? I don't mean such hills as they hev out here in this _new_ country, but one of them old-fashioned New England hills that was made 'specially for boys to slide down, full of bumpers an' thank-ye-marms, and about ten times longer comin' up than it is goin' down! The wind blew in our faces and almos' took our breath away. 'Merry Chris'mas to ye, little boys!' it seemed to say, and it untied our mufflers an' whirled the snow in our faces, jist as if it was a boy, too, an' wanted to play with us. An ol' crow came flappin' over us from the cornfield beyond the meadow. He said: 'Caw, caw,' when he saw my new sled--I s'pose he'd never seen a red one before. Otis had a hard time with _his_ sled--the black one--an' he wondered why it wouldn't go as fast as mine would. NG LOGS FROM THE PELHAM WOODS AND HAD BEEN KEPT INDOOR SIX WEEKS BUT MORTON HAD HIS OLD SLED AND HE DIDN'T HAVE TO ASK ANY ODDS OF ANY OF US NEITHER I BROUGHT MORTON THE SLED NEXT CHRISTMAS SAID SANTA CLAUS LIKE ASHNUT BUT DID YOU EVER SLIDE DOWN HILLS SANTA CLAUS I DON'T MEAN SUCH HILL AS THEY HAVE ARE HERE IN THIS NEW COUNTRY BUT ONE OF THEM OLD FASHIONED NEW ENGLAND HILL THAT WAS MADE SPECIALLY FOR BOYS TO SLIDE DOWN FULL OF BUMPERS AND TANKEE MORMS AND ABOUT TEN TIMES LONGER COMING UP THAN IT IS GOING DOWN THE WIND BLEW IN OUR FACE AND ALMOST TOOK OUR BREATH AWAY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU LITTLE BOYS IT SEEMED TO SAY AND IT UNTIED OUR MUFFLERS AND WHIRLED THE SNOW IN OUR FACES JUST AS IF IT WAS A BOY TOO AND WANTED TO PLAY WITH US AND AN OLD CROW CAME FLAPPING OVER US FROM THE CORNFIELD BEYOND THE MEADOW HE SAID GO OH WHEN HE SAW MY NEW SLET I SUPPOSE HE NEVER SEEN A RED ONE BEFORE OTIS HAD A HARD TIME WITH HIS LEG THE BLACK ONE AND HE WONDERED WHY IT WOULDN'T GO AS FAST AS MINE WOULD
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