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Show Plum Pudding and Her Christmas Dinner Guest MARION opened the door of the bedroom so suddenly that she did not see the young man standing in the hall. And such was her haste that she bumped into him. He attempted attempt-ed to recover his balance but fell and struck his head. I' "Oh, dear ! I beg your pardon. Have I killed you?" she cried. "Not at all," he replied scrambling to his feet. "But your head is cut ; it's bleeding. Come in and let me bandage it." The young man entered the room and Marion Ma-rion deftly bandaged the cut. "And now won't you stay and eat Christmas dinner with me?" she asked. The man smiled. "I certainly will. I was smelling your plum pudding when you opened the door. It smelted like those we used to have when I was a boy. I ' was hungry and was thinking how wonderful an invitation to dinner would be." "My aunt sent me the dinner. I was homesick thinking of all the folks and the good time they're having and I was wishing I had a guest," chirped Marion. Jane Roth. (. 1927. Western Newspaper Union.) |