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Identifier: stnicholasserial4311dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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house that I was ntaddressed to. Youhad never heard ofme, Mrs. White. Ithas all been a mis-take, a lovely mis-take for me. She isEmmeline Ritten-sanger. It took a longtime to make every-body understand,and even then thequaint little figurewith the gentian-blue eyes felt still alittle bewildered andnot at all certainwhat might happennext in this oddhouse. Through it allAunt Barby keptfast hold of bothgirls hands. Onceshe released her right hand to pass her arm pro-tectingly around Emmelines shoulders. Howthankful I am that you are safely here ! saidthe low sweet voice. Once she kissed Mary.And I have to thank you for my peace of mindto-day. I should have been almost sick with fear. Before every point had been cleared up quiteto the familys satisfaction, Nell and Grant hadto go away. You have been the best weddingpresent of all! said Nell, and held Mary close ina warm, furry embrace. I like duplicates. When they all came back from the station, Jimand Tracy brought in the Christmas tree.
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WHERE JOURNEYS END 227 We 11 be in no hurry to go over to Crawfordto-morrow, said Jim, as they set it up. Dont think about to-morrow, Sally begged.Let s sit up as long as we can, to keep it ofi. I know a fellow in Crawford, said Bob.You 11 see me over there. Will you come some time and visit us, Mary? Willi? Oh,Mrs.White! Mary dropped to a foot-stool beside the slender,black-gowned figure, and ahand drew the girls head tothe silken knee. Mollys fin-gers began to stray over thepiano keys. The others gath-ered about her. Sally slippedEmmelines arm throughhers and moved towardthem. You dont know what arevelation this house hasbeen to me, Mary was say-ing. I was born on ship-board. I have been travelingever since I was born. Ihave seen a good manythings in different parts ofthe world. I had begun tothink there was nt muchthat I had not seen. But Ihad never seen —a home ! The gentle hand smoothedthe girls hair tenderly.That is where journeys endat last —at home. Mine has nt any hometo

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