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THE SONG OF THE ANGELS.
234 THE SONG OF THE ANGELS. notches in it, to make believe the days of the week; of course you will not refuse this, will you?" "Where is your knife, my boy?" asked his aunt, "is it in your pocket?" "No, aunt." "Well, get it then, my dear, and do this little kindness for your brother, who looks so imploringly there with his stick in his hand." Alfred left the room looking very thoughtful, and Samuel took a seat on a stool, keeping his eye on the door, re- solved to wait quietly for Alfred's return, as he was not an impatient boy. After a considerable time Alfred came back with a face very much flushed, and no Digitized by Google
