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… … < barUe booh had a space cleared from the snow, and as he worked on »he path grew longer. By and by it reached quite up to the kitchen door. It looked like a little street between snow-whit.Avails. When papa came home to dinner, he was pleased to see what hislittle boy had done. Next day he gave…
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