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Show PITY FOR THE ANGELS. New York Times. The lady with the enameled tea cup sipped and told this story: "A little boy stood at the window watching the snow falling upon the pavement and blowing together into dusty patches. M 'Aunt,' be said, 'do angels send the snow? " 'Yes, dear.' said aunt, without looking look-ing up from her book. "There was silence for a while. From out the house across the way a white-capped white-capped maid came with a broom and swept the sidewalk and the steps. She was the servant maid -of Mrs. 8., a very fastidious, fussy old lady, who has a strong dislike for both children and dirt. Indeed, she seemed to regard the words as synonymous. Only that day she had sent little Jack and bis chums away from her side of the street. "Jack watched the maid fotf awhile then be startled bis aunt with this statement: " Well, I'd pity the angels if Mrs. 8. catches them putting snow on her steps! " |