A CHRISTMAS JAUNT 



girls on their way home for the Jour de 

 PAn. The leader of the party was an 

 honest-faced, dimpled, laughing little 

 baggage who was never still and never 

 silent. When the good-looking newsboy 

 plied his arts upon the group, as he did 

 most persistently, this fearless young 

 person, in the role of natural champion 

 of the party, took and gave the chaff. 

 Ten-cent pieces emerged from grubby 

 little purses; prize packages acquired 

 were opened and their amazing contents 

 distributed; eyes sparkled, tongues 

 wagged, hands gesticulated, eager young 

 faces flushed with excitement and yet, 

 will you credit it, no shriek, no loud 

 word or other girlish demonstration in- 

 terfered with the comfort of the other 

 occupants of the car. Some one with a 

 turn for epigram describes a lady as "a 

 woman who talks in a low tone and 

 thinks in a high one," and these lively 

 children had learned the first part at 

 least of the definition. One could not 



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