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Too thin to go out in this cold wintry weather;
Here Ruth and her sister both whispered together.
O, yes, sister Mary, those stockings you've knit,
Just the thing, and so warm! I am sure they will fit;
We'll make up a bundle, and stow it away
In the baskets they've left in the entry to-day.
Little Ella and Harry were grateful indeed,
That God had provided such friends in their need;
Their baskets were filled with biscuit and meat,
And warm shoes and stockings to cover their feet.
The Greenwood's oft drew from their plentiful store,
And quietly sent to the poor widow's door
Such things as she needed. Her proud heart was melted;
She welcomed their visits, and soon was contented
