GRANDMA'S CHRISTMAS GIFTS.





Grandma Burns sat knitting busily in the sun one bright morning the

week before Christmas. The snow lay deep, and the hard crust glistened

like silver. All at once she heard little sighs of grief outside her

door. When she opened it there sat Peter and Jimmy Rice, two very poor

little boys, with their faces in their hands; and they were crying.



"My patience!" cried grandma. "What can be the matter with two bright

little boys this sunny morning?"



"We don't have no good times," sighed little Peter.



"We can't slide. We haven't any sleds," whimpered Jimmy.



"Why, of course boys can't have a good time without sleds," said

grandma, cheerily. "Let us look about and see if we can't find

something." And grandma's cap-border bobbed behind barrels and boxes

in the shed and all among the cobwebs in the garret; but nothing could

be found suitable.



"Hum! I do believe this would do for little Pete;" and the dear old

lady drew a large, pressed-tin pan off the top shelf in the pantry.

A long, smooth butter-tray was found for Jimmy. Grandma shook her

cap-border with laughter to see them skim over the hard crust in their

queer sleds. And the boys shouted and swung their hands as they flew

past the window.



"I do expect they'll wear 'em about through," murmured grandma; "but

boys must slide,--that's certain."



And the pan was scoured as bright as a new silver dollar and the red

paint was all gone off the wooden tray when Peter and Jimmy brought

their sleds back.



Grandma knitted faster than ever all that day, and her face was bright

with smiles. She was planning something. She went to see Job Easter

that night. He promised to make two small sleds for the pair of socks

she was knitting.



When the sleds were finished she dyed them red and drew a yellow

horse upon each one. Grandma called them horses, but no one would have

suspected it. Then the night before Christmas she drew on her great

socks over her shoes to keep her from slipping, put on her hood and

cloak, and dragged the little sleds over to Peter and Timmy's house.



She hitched them to the door-latch, and went home laughing all the

way.





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