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THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL.
Phoebe watched the two unhappily, sighed when they disappeared around the corner of the house, and set her bowl of butter upon the broad, flat rock which just missed being overflowed with water, and sighed again.
"I'm afraid it isn't going to work," she murmured aloud; for Phoebe, having lived much of her life in the loneliness which the West means to women, frequently talked to herself.

"She's such a nice little thing--but the boys don't take to her like I thought they would.

I don't see as she's having a mite of influence on their manners, unless it's to make them act worse, just to shock her.

Clark USED to take off his hat when he come into the house most every time.