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Title: A Christmas time
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 Material Information
Title: A Christmas time
Physical Description: 20 p. : illus. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Pansy, 1841-1930
Stephens, H. L ( Henry Louis ), 1824-1882 ( Illustrator )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
G.T. Day & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop & co.
G.T. Day & Co.
Place of Publication: Boston
Dover N.H
Manufacturer: Forbes Lith. Mfg. Co.
Publication Date: [1875]
 Subjects
Subject: Generosity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christmas stories -- 1875
Publishers' advertisements -- 1975
Bldn -- 1875
Bldn -- 1875
Genre: Christmas stories
Publishers' advertisements
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
United States -- New Hampshire -- Dover
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: By "Pansy" pseud.
General Note: Some illustrations signed H.L. Stephens.
General Note: Includes advertisement for Lothrop's monthly magazine, Wide Awake, on back cover.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00026633
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001859724
oclc - 04449844
notis - AJT4150

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Frontispiece
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
        Page 6
    How it began
        Page 7
        Page 8
    How they did it
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    How they undid it
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    The consequence
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Back Cover
        Page 21
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Frontispiece.-Marion and her brothers talked it over,






A CHRISTMAS TIME.



By "PANSY."


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A CHRISTMAS TIME.




I.

HOW IT BEGAN.

IT began in the woods. Marion and her three broth-
ers talked it over, and the two children on their knees,
gathering ground pine, listened and admired; they didn't
"belong." "There are nine of us," said Marion; "there's *
father and mother, and Aunt Charlotte, and Patty Wil-
son, -we'd have her come in, because she sort of belongs
to the family, you know, and you three, and Neely and
me, that makes nine."
You three," meant her three brothers, Ned, and Willis,
and Allan.
And what would we have on the tree?" said Ned.
~Why, how do I know? We can't tell each other,
because then we would know all about our presents, and


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that would be no fun; but father and mother would put
things on for us, and we would for them; and then, of
course, we would for each other; so if each of us got
eight presents,- no, seven, because Patty wouldn't give
us any, of course,- what a lot there would be! "
Then they fell into a discussion as to how many pres-
ents there would really be, and getting confused in their
knowledge of arithmetic, waxed violent, until they were
suddenly brought back by George Warren's exclamation:
A tree! what makes you call it a tree? Presents don't
grow on trees."
"Yes, they do," said Willis, "about Christmas time."
Why, don't you know about Christmas trees ? said
Marion, patronizingly ; then she explained, and George
said he should think that would be tall fun.
"It is," said Marion. "Maybe they will have one in
Sunday-school this year, and then you can see it. Didn't
- you ever have a Christmas present in your life? Why,
George Warren! How funny! Maybe they will give
you one down at Gilbert's this year; they ought to, be-
cause you do errands for them."
Well, so he does for us," said Allan.
O, well! said Marion, "not often; that's different."
Did you ever notice how easy it is for people to pick
out things that those mysterious people called "they"
ought to do, and how hard to find out what "we" ought
to be doing?



















II.

HOW THEY DID IT.

THEY did it beautifully, and a lovely evening they had.
I wish I had time to tell you all about it. The tree
glowed, and twinkled, and blazed on every limb. Neely
pumped down on the floor, and talked to her new
dolly before half the presents were off the tree; you can
see that much for yourselves. Aunt Charlotte handed
down the presents, and Marion, with her high .work-
apron on, the better to hold the things, distributed them.
Patty Wilson's astonished head bobbed around under the
very shadow of the tree itself; she had seven presents;
the Rogers household were not of the sort to forget the
little girl who did odds and ends for them in the kitchen.
Quite a number of the presents wouldn't grow on the
tree, they were so large; but there was plenty of room
on the floor under its branches. Marion had a fur cap






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and a charming pair of silver-mounted skates, and ten
dollars in gold to do with as she pleased. As to the
gold, each of her brothers fared the same; this was from


the Western uncle, whose namesake Allan was, and whose
wife, queerly enough, was named "Marion."
"What a perfectly splendid time we have had! Mari-
on said, with a little sigh of satisfaction, after all the





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presents had been distributed and talked over. "I do
think Christmas trees are the nicest things! Father,
don't you think they ought to have one in the church
this year? Don't you believe, George Warren never saw
one in his life! "
"They aren't going to," Mr. Rogers said, answering
the first part of her sentence. They voted last week
to wait until summer, and have a picnic."
0, dear!" said Marion, dismally; "a picnic doesn't
take the place of a Christmas tree. I don't believe a
single boy in Mr. Taylor's class ever saw one. I know
we have never had one in our school since they were
in it. I wish I were rich, I'd make a Christmas tree
for them. Father, let's have one here in our house for
the class."
"0, my!" said Allan; "what an idea!"
"Can't do it," said her father; "I'm not rich, you
must remember, any more than you are. I've spent all
the Christmas money I had to spare on your tree."
"We have money of our own," said thoughtful Willis,
fingering his gold piece; "and it is to do just what
we like with."
"I know exactly what I am going to do with mine,"
said Marion, decidedly.
So do I," chimed in Allan and Ned. But Willis
turned his over, and looked gravely at the date, and said
nothing.
















III.


HOW THEY UNDID IT.

I SHOULDN'T say they" exactly; it was Willis that
undid it; the rest looked on. The more he stared at
that gold piece the more he thought about George War-
ren, who had never seen a Christmas tree, nor had any
Christmas presents. Then, of course, his sister Lucy never
had either. There was a verse that Willis had learned
a few days before, that came in most inconveniently just
here, "It is more blessed to give than to receive."
He had received. Could it be pleasanter to give? He
decided to try it. His mother was taken into the secret,
and after that there was a shut-up room in the Rogers
household. Only mother, and Aunt Charlotte, and Willis
knew anything about it.
"What the mischief are you up to?" Allan asked;
and Willis said, "If you want to be in it, you may; but
it takes money. Have you any to spare? "
Not a cent. I'm saving up for that patent printing
press, 'every man his own printer.' "
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A CHRIS'TMAS TiME.


Then you'll have to wait a while before you unlock
this door," said Willis, merrily; money is the only thing
that will do it."
The same offer was made to Ned and Marion, but the
one was intent upon a new harness for Button, the shag-
gy pony, and the other was going to have a pair of real
kid boots and four-button gloves." Yet this same young

















lady was heard to exclaim, as often as the Warren chil-
dren were mentioned, that she thought it was "real
mean that nobody ever gave them a Christmas present.
The library door remained locked until New Year's eve,
then it was opened, and two children were allowed to peep
in first. Here they are, George and Lucy Warren, and,
behold, just before them blazed a Christmas tree And
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the fruit on it- the fur cap and mittens, and the hood
and sack, and the new shoes, and the red dress, and the
brown jacket, even the sled and the rubber boots- were
for George and Lucy Warren; it is wonderful how far
Mother Rogers made that ten dollar gold piece go You
needn't think I'm going to tell you what those two wild,
delighted children said and did. I wouldn't be hired to
try it.
Why didn't you tell u4, and let us help ?" said
Marion, reproachfully.
"You wouldn't be told," laughed Willis. "I offered."
He had one surprise; high up on the glowing tree was
an illuminated text, done in flowers, each letter a vine
or flower, and it said, -

"IT IS MORE BLESSED TO GIVE THAN_ TO RECEIVE."

That was for Willis.
"Do you believe that, my boy?" his father asked him.
"Yes, sir," said Willis; "I do."
















IV.


THE CONSEQUENCE.

You don't see how in the world a sleigh-ride and a
runaway can have anything to do with Christmas trees.
Ah, ha! there's many a consequence getting ready in this
world that doesn't seem to you to have anything to do
with what you did. This one came about in this fashion.
Allan Rogers found something that went ahead of the
printing-press, and what should that be but a team of
goats! The boy who owned them was pretty sick of
them, so a trade was soon made; and one wintry after-
noon they started for a ride Allen for driver, Ned to
hang on behind, and look after Marion and dear little
Neely. I suppose you don't need to be told that both
mother and Aunt Charlotte were away from home, or
they wouldn't have taken Neely. Goats are very uncer-
tain creatures ; it suited these to get scared at their
shadows or something else, and go tearing down the hill
at a break-neck pace. I regret to tell you that Marion
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gloves for this wonderful ride, and she split one glove
from wrist to finger, in holding on to the sleigh. I'm
sure if you look at the picture you will not be surprised
to hear that the next thing they did was to tip over.
Away went the goats, leaving their load in the snow.
Only Ned, he tore after them, shouting in such a way
that they ran faster every minute. Marion gathered her-
self out of a snow bank as quickly as she could, and
made sure that the weeping Neely was unhurt: then they
turned to Allan, for he was groaning and holding on to
his boot. There is a boy, you see, with a hand-sled. I
want you to understand that that boy is George Warren;
he had never been up on coast hill in his life before, for
the simple reason that, having no sled and little spare time,
he had no particular desire to go; but on this afternoon,
new sled in hand, he had gone, and it was he who said,
" You've sprained your ankle; it's a mean-looking sprain,
too. I'll have to put you on my sled and take you home.
There comes Ned back; he'll carry Neely, but you will
have to walk, Marion."
Miss Marion looked at her light kid boots and shud-
dered; the snow was two feet deep in spots. Willis, who
had been out with Button to bring home his mother and
Aunt Charlotte, was in the yard when the sorry proces-
sion moved up the carriage-drive, Ned first, with Neely
in his arms, to show that she was safe; Allan next, sit-
ting doubled up on George Warren's new sled, and look-































































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ing very white around his lips; lastly, Miss Marion, with
her kid boots soaked, and buttonless in many places. No
wonder that Zero barked with all his might. In the
evening, when the sprained ankle had been carefully
looked after, and was resting on a pillow, Mr. Rogers
looked in on his little group gathered around Allan's
sofa.
So, my boy, your ten dollars took wings, or feet, and
ran away did they? "
"Yes, sir," said Allan wrathfully; and they ought to
have broken their necks. I never saw anything like the
way they acted."
"What about your shoes, daughter ? Your mother
thinks it doesn't improve them to walk through snow
drifts. Let me see them."
Miss Marion held up a very red face and a very shabby
pair of dirt-colored boots. All her father said was, -
"And the gloves split, too-did they? -Well, Ned,
you must be thankful that you had your gold piece safe
in your pocket; it couldn't do mischief, any way."
Ned blushed and laughed. It isn't in my .pocket
now, father; not a sign of it. I think it must have rolled
into the snow when I did, only it got buried, I guess,
or stolen, or something; anyhow, I haven't seen it since,
*and I went away back, and looked."
I hope you will forgive Mr. Rogers; he couldn't help
what he did next; he just leaned back in his chair and
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laughed as long and as loud as he could, and every son
and daughter joined in and helped him. When he could
speak again he said, "I believe I'll have to make you each
a New Year's present of an illuminated text like Willis's;
for I certainly think you must all feel by this time that
'it is more blessed to give than to receive.'"







AWA K El'
tOft, YOUNG PEOPLI,Of 'ALL 'AM.

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