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Title: Story of the mince pie
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Gates, Josephine Scribner, 1859-1930
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Publisher: New York
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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never close. Farewell/ With these words he turned and walkedtoward the mountain door. The parentshurried to their homes, to find the boys order-ing out the wooden soldiers, and the dollsdrowsily smiling into mother eyes and listen- 59 MRS. SUGAR ing to the far-away lullaby of the dear PiedPiper. As the Story Elf finished she again van-ished, and during the silence that followedthe dolls thought they still heard the Pipersfar away lullaby. As it died away Allspice cried: How lovely to bring the children homeagain. Im glad she told us about it, for Ialways felt sorry for the parents and the dearlittle lame boy all alone. I hope we can have her come again. Perhaps we may, but now we must go onwith our stories. You know an old poem tells us little girlsare made of sugar and spice and all thingsnice. Therefore, since Sugar is classed soclosely with Spice, we might let that sweetlady talk to us for a while. The fat Sugar Lady now came forward,and with a quick jerk of her skirts, showing 60
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Sometimes it is gingerbread, or maybe plump Drown cookies K PUi ILL DOLLS TALE her slippered feet, made an old-fashionedcourtesy. Isnt she dear! cried one and another, asthey gazed admiringly at the quaint figureall dressed in white, which sparkled likefrost on the window pane. Dainty bunchesof rosebuds adorned her bonnet, and alto-gether she was a sweet picture. My dears/ she cried, well aware of theadmiration she excited. I know I am sweet as well as you do, butlest I become over-proud I will show you myreal self growing, which really isnt anythingto look at. As she talked she untied her bonnet stringsand untwisted one of the curls that bobbedabout her snowy neck. The audience wasstartled to hear a squeak like the dying gaspof a rubber balloon. As the squeak lingeringly died away,Sugar grew thinner and taller, and presently 61 * MRS. SUGAR there she was turned into a long yellow sugarcane. A shout of laughter greeted this trans-formation, as Sugar Cane made an elaboratebow, beaming

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