The Christmas Angel
The Christmas Angel
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Miss Terry herself was surprised to feel a pang
shoot through her as the car passed over the queer old toy. She retreated
from the window quickly.
"Well, that's the end of Flanton," she said with half a sigh. "I knew that fellow was a brute. I might have expected something like that. But it looked so--so--" She hesitated for a word, and did not finish her sentence, but bit her lip and sniffed cynically.
CHAPTER IV
THE NOAH'S ARK
"Now, what comes next?" Miss Terry rummaged in the box until her fingers met something odd-shaped, long, and smooth-sided. With some difficulty she drew out the object, for it was of good size.
"H'm! The old Noah's ark," she said. "I wonder if all the animals are in there."
She lifted the cover, and turned out into her lap the long-imprisoned animals and their round-bodied chief. Mrs. Noah and her sons had long since disappeared. But the ark-builder, hatless and one-armed, still presided over a menagerie of sorry beasts. Scarce
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