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A PREDICTION.
Ike came running in one day during the sleighing
season, with, “O, aunt, I just now saw a little boy fall
right down under a sleigh in Washington-street!”
“Dear me!” she screamed, horror-struck; “bless
my soul! did it hurt him much? did it kill him instantly?”
“O, no, aunt!” replied he; “it did n't hurt him at
all, for the sleigh had n't any horse in it.”
His face beamed with fun.
“Ah, you disgraceless boy!” cried the old lady, with
her finger raised, at the same time with her apron wiping
away the mists that the momentary sympathy had gathered
in her eyes; “ah, you disgraceless boy! you won't
die in your bed if you tell such stories!”
There never was a kinder creature than she; and, as
she looked on his good-natured face and sparkling eyes,
she patted his head and gave him an apple.
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