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Chapter 29 No.29

As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,

The minutes winged their way wi' pleasure.

Kings may be blest, but they were glorious,

O'er all the ills o' life victorious.

-Burns.

Christmas morning was dawning grey, but it was still far from broad daylight, when Ellen was awakened. She found little Ellen Chauncey pulling and pushing at her

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