Imust be at my office ear-ly this morning. Thenhe looked at Charlie. Do you think you could do it, my son t I, papa! Why, it is higher than my head! How could a littleboy like me cut a path through that deep snow ? How ? Why, by doing it little by little. Suppose you try; andif I find a nice path… … LITTLE BY LITTLE. I dont think I can do it, mamma, lie said. « A shovelful is solittle, and there is such a heap of snow to be cleared away ! _ Little by little, Charlie, said his mamma. That snow fell intiny bits, flake by flake, but you see what a great pile it has madeYes,mamma; and if I throw…
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