Marlow's
gate, and then passed on so quickly that the panting boy had not
time to thank him. Indeed, Anson Marlow knew that if he lingered
but a moment he would have the child in his arms.
"Why, Jamie," exclaimed his mother, "how could you get back so
soon with that heavy basket? It was too heavy for you, but you
will have to be mamma's little man mow."
"A big man caught up with me and carried it. I don't care if he
did have a gruff voice, I'm sure he was a good kind man. He knew
where we lived too, for he put the basket down at our gate before
I could say a word, I was so out of breath, and then he was out of
sight in a minute." Some instinct kept him from saying anything
about the army overcoat.
"It's some neighbor that lives further up the street, I suppose,
and saw you getting the coal at the store," Mrs. Marlow said,
"Yes, Jamie, it was a good, kind act to help a little boy, and I
think he'll have a happier Christmas for doing it."
"Do you really think he'll have a happier Christmas, mamma?"
"Yes, I truly think so.
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