Christmas in the alley (8)

Christmas in the alley (8)

"Good-morning, Ann," said he.
"I wish you a Merry Christmas."

"Thank you, sir," said Ann cheerfully; "the same to yourself."

"Have you been to breakfast already?" asked the missionary.

"No, sir," said Ann.
"I was just going out for it."

"I haven't either," said he, "but I couldn't bear to wait until I had eaten breakfast before I brought you your Christmas present - suspect you haven't had any yet."              

Ann smiled. "Indeed, sir, I haven't had one since I can remember."

"Well, I have one for you. Come in, and I'll tell you about it."

Too much amazed for words, Ann led him into the room.
The missionary opened his purse, and handed her a roll of bills.

"Why - what!" she gasped, taking it mechanically.

"Some friends of mine heard of your generous treatment of the poor families upstairs," he went on, "and they send you this, with their respects and best wishes for Christmas. Do just what you please with it - it is wholly yours. No thanks," he went on, as she struggled to speak.

"It's not from me. Just enjoy it - that's all. It has done them more good to give than it can you to receive," and before she could speak a word he was gone.

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