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WINTER 



\ You never ate a Christmas dinner high up in the 

 \s top of a persimmon tree? But you will, perhaps, some v 

 /-,' > day, as good a Christmas dinner, I hope, as ours was. K 



For such persimmons ! , 

 ' 



Bob Cratchit's goosey 

 There never was such 



have been any better flavored. Nor 

 could the little Cratchits have been 

 any hungrier for goose than I was 

 for persimmons. 



Now the 'possum had been having persimmons 

 ^ every night since the frosts of October; so of course 

 C he felt no such hunger for persimmons as I felt. But 

 ripe persimmons would be a Christmas dinner for a 

 'possum every day in the year. There is nothing so 

 ^unspeakably good as persimmons if you happen to 

 v be a 'possum, or if you happen to be a boy even 

 7 > after twenty years ! 



L So the 'possum and I had our Christmas dinner 

 ,p. together at Nature's invitation, in the top of the 



