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till she got home, and was alone; then, on looking into her purse, she saw one dollar and the list of things she meant to get for mother and the children. How mean the dollar looked all alone! and how long the list grew when there was nothing to buy the articles. I cant make skates for Ned, nor a desk for Will; and those are what they have set their hearts upon. Fathers book and mothers collar are impossible now; and Im a selfish thing to go and spend all my money for myself. How could I do it? And Polly eyed the new boots reproachfully, as they stood in the first position, as if ready for the party. They are lovely; but I dont believe they will feel good, for I shall be thinking about my lost presents all the time, sighed Polly, pushing the enticing boots out of sight. Ill go and ask grandma what I can do; for if Ive got to make something for everyone, I must begin right away, or I shant get done; and off she bustled, glad to forget her remorse in hard work. Grandma proved equal to the emergency, and planned something for everyone, supplying materials, taste, and skill in the most delightful manner. Polly felt much comforted; but while she began to knit a pretty pair of white bed-socks, to be tied with rose-coloured ribbons, for her mother, she thought some very sober thoughts upon the subject of temptation; and if anyone had asked her just then what made her sigh, as if something laid heavy on her conscience, she would have answered, Bronze boots. |
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