Uncle Noah
hastened his shuffling footsteps: the Northern Express with its horde
of transient visitors had been a vital part of the inspiration. Upon
the station platform people stamped up and down in the snow or laughed
and chatted, quite oblivious to the timid gaze of the old darky who
slowly made his way among them. One by one Uncle Noah left them all
behind, a great disappointment in his face. In their laughing
countenances he had found nothing of what he sought.
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The Gray-Eyed Lady
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Just ahead a girl appeared from the shadows and walked quickly toward
the waiting-room. Uncle Noah looked into her fresh, sweet face; then
his own lit up with renewed hope and he followed her in and touched her
timidly on the arm. The girl turned, revealing a face rosy with cold,
and a pair of warm gray eyes fringed in lashes of black, eyes that
frankly offered a glimpse of a girl's impulsive heart brimming over
with Christmas spirit.
Uncle Noah removed the battered fur cap and bowed low with the
deference of a Cavalier.
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