It was as if the sun were an artist, who, not satisfied with his efforts, changed and changed again the colors on his canvas, for each moment the tints and hues would fade or grow more intense as the shadows grew deeper, and the scene would seem quite different.,
Suddenly Nils, with a slyer look than usual on his sly face, went down into the cabin. A minute after he came stamping up again.,
CHAPTER VI Johnny Blossom’s Christmas Presents.
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