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But the wind did not hear her answer, for it had hurried up the street to throw a handful of snow in the face of an old man who was struggling along with a huge basket of good things on each arm. BUT THE WIND DID NOT HEAR HER ANSWER FOR IT HAD HURRIED UP THE STREET TO THROW A HANDFUL OF SNOW IN THE FACE OF AN OLD MAN WHO WAS STRUGGLING ALONG WITH A HUGE BASKET OF GOOD THINGS ON EACH ARM
ay; Nor crown, nor robe, nor spice I bring As offering unto Christ, my King. Yet have I brought a gift the Child May not despise, however small; For here I lay my heart to-day, And it is full of love to all. Take Thou the poor but loyal thing, My only tribute, Christ, my King! THE COMING OF THE PRINCE I "Whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r!" said the wind, and it tore through the streets of the city that Christmas eve, turning umbrellas inside out, driving the snow in fitful gusts before it, creaking the rusty signs and shutters, and playing every kind of rude prank it could think of. "How cold your breath is to-night!" said Barbara, with a shiver, as she drew her tattered little shawl the closer around her benumbed body. "Whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r!" answered the wind; "but why are you out in this storm? You should be at home by the warm fire." "I have no home," said Barbara; and then she sighed bitterly, and something like a tiny pearl came in the corner of one of her sad blue eyes.  THE COMING OF THE PRINCE OF CHRISTMAS TALES AND CHRISTMAS VERSE THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIVERPOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLAYS VISIT LIBERVOX DOT ORG RECORDING BY LEAND CHRISTMAS TALES AND CHRISTMAS VERSE BY EUGENE FIELD THE COMING OF THE PRINCE WERE WERE SAID THE WIND AND IT TORE THROUGH THE STREETS OF THE CITY THAT CHRISTMAS EVE TURNING UMBRELLAS INSIDE OUT DRIVING THE SNOW IN FITFUL GUSTS BEFORE IT CREAKING THE RUSTY SIGNS AND SHUTTERS AND PLAYING EVERY KIND OF RUDE PRANK IT COULD THINK OF HOW COLD YOUR BREATH IS TO NIGHT SAID BARBARA WITH A SHIVER AS SHE DREW HER TATTERED LITTLE SHAWL THE CLOSER AROUND HER BENUMBED BODY WHIR WHIR WHIR ANSWERED THE WIND BUT WHY ARE YOU OUT IN THIS STORM YOU SHOULD BE AT HOME BY THE WARM FIRE I HAVE NO HOME SAID BARBARA AND THEN SHE SIGHED BITTERLY AND SOMETHING LIKE A TINY PEARL CAME IN THE CORNER OF ONE OF HER SAD BLUE EYES
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