Identifier: stnicholasserial351dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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beautiful young ladieswere to appear as different flowers, and twelvelittle boys from the kindergarten, dressed as but-terflies, were to have a part in the dance; and,most important of all, he, Alessandro, had beenchosen their leader! During the days of the rehearsals, Alessandrobore himself with great dignity. It would be un- 528 THE LEADER OF THE BUTTERFLIES (April, fair to tell of the brilliant pictures he drew ofhimself for the benefit of Juan and Pancho andthe other little Spanish boys of the neighborhood,—he was only five years old and he had a vividimagination. The festival was by far the greatest event thathis little life had ever looked forward to, and The thought of the evenings pleasure had be-come such a large part of Alessandros little life,that he lay there in his mothers loving arms andthought that nothing, nothing, would ever easethe pain of disappointment. But gradually hiseyelids dropped, his sobs became less frequent,and at last his sorrow was forgotten in sleep.
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when the day finally arrived he could hardly real-ize that it had come. He was in a state of great excitement by sup-per-time, and could eat very little. Long beforethe hour for the arrival of the omnibus, he wasstanding waiting at the door, his mother besidehim, and Juan and Pancho in the midst of a littlecrowd vying with each other to get a word fromthe hero. The town clock struck seven. They 11 behere soon, he whispered. Half-past seven came. You boys had betterget away from the gate, out of the way of thebus, he called out with what breath he couldcommand. The evening grew dark; the town clock struckeight; Juan and Pancho and the rest of the littlecrowd had been summoned home one by one tobed; and still Alessandro had not been called for.What could it mean? He was not old enough toreason much about it. He could only stand theresilent, and in the darkness feel a great weight ofdisappointment settling down upon his little heart.Nine oclock struck out on the still night air. Itwas th

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