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Title: The Little Mixer
Author: Lillian Nicholson Shearon
Release Date: June 14, 2007 [EBook #21830]
Language: English
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THE LITTLE MIXER
_By_
LILLIAN NICHOLSON SHEARON
INDIANAPOLIS
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1922
By The Bobbs-Merrill Company
_Printed in the United States of America._
PRESS OF
BRAUNWORTH & CO.
BOOK MANUFACTURERS
BROOKLYN, N.Y.
THE LITTLE MIXER
There was no fault to be found with the present itself; the trouble lay
in the method of transportation. This thought was definite enough in
Hannah's mind, but she had to rely upon a seven-year-old vocabulary for
expression, and grown-ups are notably dull of comprehension. Even
mothers don't always understand without being told exactly in so many
words.
"I didn't say the kimono wasn't nice, Mama," explained Hannah, "and
'course Cousin Carrie was awful good to send it to me, but--but Santy
Claus is going to bring Virginia one to-morrow night, _down the
chimbley_!"
Rose Joseph slipped the absurd little garment over her daughter's dainty
lingerie frock, and stood her on a chair that she might view herself in
the narrow mirror between the windows of the living-room. The child was
as lovely as a flower, but vanity was still sound asleep in her soul,
and she glanced indifferently at the reflection, her body sagging with
disappointment. "It is just like those little Japanese girls wear," her
mother cried in that over-enthusiastic adult tone which warns a child he
is about to be the recipient of a gold brick. "I am sure Virginia's
can't be any nicer than this one!"
"But, Mama, Santy Claus is going bring hers _down the chimbley_.
Mine"--her voice dropped to a mournful key--"mine came _through the
door_!"
"But, darling, what difference d
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