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The Old House (13) [The Old House]

The Old House (13)

Across the street the old house looked quite deserted ; the snow lay in drifts on the steps.
They had not been swept; one would think no one was at home.

And no one was.
The kind old man had died.

That evening a hearse drew up in front of the old house and a coffin was carried down the steps.

The old man was not to be burried in the town cemetery but somewhere out in the country, where he had been born.

THe hearse drove away.
No one followed it, for all his friends and family had died long ago.

The little boy kissed his fingers and threw a kiss after the hearse as it disappeared down the street.


A few days afterwards an auction was held ; the furniture in the old house was sold.

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