Eastern American Dialect
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) Spanish (Central American) US African AmericanTranscript
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merry christmas, little daughters. I'm glad you begin at once, and hope you will keep on. But I want to say one word before we sit down. Not far away from here lies a poor woman with a little newborn baby. Six Children are huddled into one bed to keep from freezing, For they have no fire, there is nothing to eat over there, and the oldest boy, 85 came to tell me they were suffering hunger and cold. My girls, will you give them your breakfast as a christmas present? They were all usually hungry, having waited nearly an hour, And for a minute No one spoke only a minute, for joe exclaimed in pic chewiness lee! I'm so glad you came before we begin. They were soon ready, and the procession set out fortunately it was early, and they went through back streets, so few people saw them, and no one laughed at the queer party. A poor, bare, miserable room. It was with broken windows, no fire ragged bed clothes, A sick mother, wailing baby, and a group of pale hungry Children cuddled under one old quilt, trying to keep warm. How the big eyes stared, and the blue lips smiled as the girls went in. I'm a God! It is good angels come to us! Said the poor woman, crying for joy. Funny angels in hoods and mittens! Said joe, and sent them to laughing In a few minutes. It really did seem as if kind spirits had been at work there, Hannah, who had carried wood made of fire and stopped up the broken panes with old hats and her old cloak. MS March gave the mother t and grew and comforted her with promises of help while she dressed the little baby as tenderly as if it had been her own. The girls meantime spread the table, set the Children around the fire and fed them like so many hungry birds, laughing, talking and trying to understand the funny broken english dass is quit die. And girl Kida! Cried the poor things as they ate and warmed their purple hands at the comfortable blaze. The girls had never been called Angel Children before and thought it very agreeable, especially jo who had been considered a Sancho ever since she was born. That was a very happy breakfast, though they didn't get any of it and when they went away leaving comfort behind, I think they were not in all the city for merrier people than the hungry little girls, who gave away their breakfast and contented themselves with bread and milk on christmas morning