On the day before Christmas, big, soft snowflakes drifted slowly down from a lowering gray sky. The snow melted as soon as it fell, and from the sea a raw, wet wind came whining in; but there might have been worse weather, and Johnny Blossom, at any rate, was well content. He was going out to distribute his presents today. It was so pleasant to take them himself to the different persons.
parimatchissafeornot, CHAPTER VIII Uncle Isaac’s Will
◆ Messages, Voice
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parimatchissafeornot “Thank you, Father.”.
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