PAGEThey made such a pretty picture that there was quite a burst of applauseFrontispiece.They were a merry party as they walked across the snowy meadow to church17The children set to work and transformed the hall into a perfect bower29‘But what is that bundle of rags for?’ went on Vivian, putting up his hand to pull them down59Isobel lay down with a story-book on the schoolroom sofa, and soon fell into a heavy sleep64There, to his horror, looking through the gap, was a rough-looking man, with a stubbly beard, and a dirty white muffler twisted loosely round his neck92At last a tiny red speck appeared under the yellow lamp, and began to move slowly up the road162‘Thou lazy dreamer!’ she said, pulling him to his feet by the collar of his blue cotton blouse205He sank gratefully into the soft bed of straw which the kind countryman made up for him, and had fallen into a feverish sleep231‘Mother, oh mother!’ he cried. . . . ‘Can you forgive me?’266
They made such a pretty picture that there was quite a burst of applause
They were a merry party as they walked across the snowy meadow to church
The children set to work and transformed the hall into a perfect bower
‘But what is that bundle of rags for?’ went on Vivian, putting up his hand to pull them down
Isobel lay down with a story-book on the schoolroom sofa, and soon fell into a heavy sleep
There, to his horror, looking through the gap, was a rough-looking man, with a stubbly beard, and a dirty white muffler twisted loosely round his neck
At last a tiny red speck appeared under the yellow lamp, and began to move slowly up the road
‘Thou lazy dreamer!’ she said, pulling him to his feet by the collar of his blue cotton blouse
He sank gratefully into the soft bed of straw which the kind countryman made up for him, and had fallen into a feverish sleep
‘Mother, oh mother!’ he cried. . . . ‘Can you forgive me?’