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He knew Mrs. Carey's handwriting, so he sped to the Yellow House as soon as his supper was over, and now, in the presence of the whole family, he felt tongue tied and wholly unable to express his gratitude. It was bed time, and the young people melted away from the fireside. HE KNEW MISSUS CAREY'S HANDWRITING SO HE SPED TO THE YELLOW HOUSE AS SOON AS HIS SUPPER WAS OVER AND NOW IN THE PRESENCE OF THE WHOLE FAMILY HE FELT TONGUE TIED AND WHOLLY UNABLE TO EXPRESS HIS GRATITUDE IT WAS BEDTIME AND THE YOUNG PEOPLE MELTED AWAY FROM THE FIRESIDE
nd she ain't got no taste for sea shells. Would you like an old student lamp? I found one that I can bronze up in about two minutes if Mis' Harmon can hook a shade and chimbly out of Bill's stock." They all stayed in the room until this last feat was accomplished; stayed indeed until the fire in the open stove had died down to ruddy coals. Then they pulled down the shades, lighted the lamp, gave one last admiring look, and went home. It had meant only a few hours' thought and labor, with scarcely a penny of expense, but you can judge what Ralph Thurston felt when he entered the door out of the storm outside. To him it looked like a room conjured up by some magician in a fairy tale. He fell into the rocking-chair and looked at his own fire; gazed about at the cheerful crimson glow that radiated from the dazzling drugget, in a state of puzzled ecstasy, till he caught sight of a card lying near the lamp,--"A birthday present from three mothers who value your work for their boys and girls. RY'S BOSSIN THIS JOB AN SHE AIN'T GOT NO TASTE FOR SEA SHELLS WOULD YOU LIKE AN OLD STUDENT LAMP I FOUND ONE I CAN BRONZE UP IN ABOUT TWO MINUTES IF MISS HARMON CAN HOOK A SHADE AND CHIMNEY OUT OF BELL'S STOCK THEY ALL STAYED IN THE ROOM UNTIL THIS LAST FEAT WAS ACCOMPLISHED STAYED INDEED UNTIL THE FIRE IN THE OPEN STOVE HAD DIED DOWN TO RUDDY COALS THEN THEY PULLED DOWN THE SHADES LIGHTED THE LAMP GAVE ONE LAST ADMIRING LOOK AND WENT HOME IT HAD ONLY MEANT A FEW HOURS THOUGHT AND LABOUR WITH SCARCELY A PENNY OF EXPENSE BUT YOU CAN JUDGE WHAT RALPH THURSTON FELT LIKE WHEN HE ENTERED THE ROOM OUT OF THE STORM OUTSIDE TO HIM IT LOOKED LIKE A ROOM CONJURED UP BY SOME MAGICIAN IN A FAIRY TALE HE FELL INTO THE ROCKING CHAIR AND LOOKED AT HIS OWN FIRE GAZED ABOUT AT THE CHEERFUL CRIMSON GLOW THAT RADIATED FROM THE DAZZLING DRUGGET IN A STATE OF PUZZLED ECSTASY TILL HE CAUGHT SIGHT OF A CARD LYING NEAR THE LAMP A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM THREE MOTHERS WHO VALUE YOUR WORK FOR THEIR BOYS AND GIRLS
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