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Автор: Kate Douglas Wiggin
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grow fast enough, because it knew it would be behind time, at any rate; for of course it could n’t stand still, grumbling and doing nothing for weeks, and get its work done as soon as the other plants. But it made sap all clay long, and the buds grew into tiny leaves, and the leaves into larger ones, and then it began to group its flower-buds among the branches. By this time it was the week before Easter, and it fairly sat up nights to work.

      Hester knew that it was going to be more beautiful than it ever was in its life before (that was because it had never tried so hard, though of course Hester could n’t know that), but she was only afraid that it would n’t bloom soon enough, it was so very late this spring.

      But the very morning before Easter Sunday, Hester turned in her sleep and dreamed that a sweet, sweet fragrance was stealing in at her open window. A few minutes later she ran across her room, and lo! every cluster of buds on the lilac-bush had opened into purple flowers, and they were waving in the morning sunshine as if to say, “We are ready, Hester! We are ready, after all!”

      And one spray was pinned in the teacher’s dress,—it was shabby and black,—and she was glad of the flower because it reminded her of home.

      And one spray stood in a vase on Hester’s dining-table. There was never very much dinner in Hester’s house, but they did not care that day, because the lilac was so beautiful.

      One bunch lay on the table in the church, and one, the loveliest of all, stood in a cup of water on the lame girl’s window-sill; and when she went to bed that night she moved it to the table beside her head, and put her thin hand out to touch it in the dark, and went to sleep smiling.

      And each of the lilac flowers was glad that the bush had bloomed.

      The children drew a deep breath. They smoothed their flower-sprays gently, and one pale boy held his up to his cheek as if it had been a living thing.

      “Tell it again,” cried the tomboy.

      “Is it true?” asked the boy in kilts.

      “I think it is,” said the girl gently. “Of course, Tommy, the flowers never tell us their secrets in words; but I have watched that lilac-bush all through the winter and spring, and these are the very blossoms you are holding to-day. It seems true, doesn’t it?”

      “Yes,” they said thoughtfully.

      “Shall you press yours, Miss Polly, and will it tell you a story, too, when you look at it?” asked one little tot as they all crowded about her for a good-by kiss.

      Miss Polly caught her up in her arms, and I saw her take the child’s apron and wipe away a tear as she said, “Yes, dear, it will tell me a story, too,—a long, sad, sweet, helpful story!”

      THE BIRD'S CHRISTMAS CAROL

       Table of Contents

       I. A Little Snow Bird

       II. Drooping Wings

       III. The Birds' Nest

       IV. "Birds of a Feather Flock Together"

       V. Some Other Birds Are Taught to Fly

       VI. "When the Pie Was Opened, The Birds Began to Sing!"

       VII. The Birdling Flies Away

       "THE LITTLE RUGGLESES BORE IT BRAVELY"

      TO THE THREE DEAREST CHILDREN

       IN THE WORLD

       BERTHA, LUCY, AND HORATIO

      I. A Little Snow Bird

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      It was very early Christmas morning, and in the stillness of the dawn, with the soft snow falling on the house-tops, a little child was born in the Bird household.

      They had intended to name the baby Lucy, if it were a girl; but they had not expected her on Christmas morning, and a real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named—the whole family agreed in that.

      They were consulting about it in the nursery. Mr. Bird said that he had assisted in naming the three boys, and that he should leave this matter entirely to Mrs. Bird; Donald wanted the child called "Dorothy," after a pretty, curly-haired girl who sat next him in school; Paul choose "Luella," for Luella was the nurse who had been with him during his whole babyhood, up to the time of his first trousers, and the name suggested all sorts of comfortable things. Uncle Jack said that the first girl should always be named for her mother, no matter how hideous the name happened to be.

      Grandma said that she would prefer not to take any part in the discussion, and everybody suddenly remembered that Mrs. Bird had thought of naming the baby Lucy, for Grandma herself; and, while it would be indelicate for her to favor that name, it would be against human nature for her to suggest any other, under the circumstances.

      Hugh, the "hitherto baby," if that is a possible term, sat in one corner and said nothing, but felt, in some mysterious way, that his nose was out of joint; for there was a newer baby now, a possibility he had never taken into consideration; and the "first girl," too,—a still higher development of treason, which made him actually green with jealousy.

      But it was too profound a subject to be settled then and there, on the spot; besides, Mamma had not been asked, and everybody felt it rather absurd, after all, to forestall a decree that was certain to be absolutely wise, just, and perfect.

      The reason that the subject had been brought up at all so early in the day lay in the fact that Mrs. Bird never allowed her babies to go over night unnamed. She was a person of so great decision of character that she would have blushed at such a thing; she said that to let blessed babies go dangling and dawdling about without names, for months and months, was enough to ruin them for life. She also said that if one could not make up one's mind in twenty-four hours it was a sign that—But I will not repeat the rest, as it might prejudice you against the most charming woman in the world.

      So Donald took his new velocipede and went out to ride up and down the stone pavement and notch the shins of innocent people as they passed by, while Paul spun his musical top on the front steps.

      But Hugh refused to leave the scene of action. He seated himself on the top stair in the hall, banged his head against the railing a few times, just by way of uncorking the vials of his wrath, and then subsided into gloomy silence, waiting to declare war if more "first girl babies" were thrust upon a family already surfeited with that unnecessary article.

      Meanwhile dear Mrs. Bird lay in her room, weak, but safe and happy, with her sweet girl baby by her side and the heaven of motherhood opening again before her. Nurse was making gruel in the kitchen, and the room was dim and quiet. There was a cheerful open fire in the grate, but though the shutters were closed, the side windows that looked out on the Church of Our Saviour, next door, were a little open.

      Suddenly a sound of music poured out into the bright air and drifted into the chamber. It was the boy choir singing Christmas anthems. Higher and higher rose the clear, fresh voices, full of hope and cheer, as children's voices