Thou shalt feel the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly!"
"Oh, I hope they are going to give us another! Isn't it pretty,
coming out of the dark in that way? Look - look down. There's
Mrs. Gregory wiping her eyes!"
"It's like Home, rather," said Scott. "I remember -"
"Hsh! Listen! - dear." And it began again:
"When shepherds watched their flocks by night -"
"A-h-h!" said William, drawing closer to Scott.
"All seated on the ground,
The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.
'Fear not,' said he (for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind);
'Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.'"
This time it was William that wiped her eyes.
.007
A locomotive is, next to a marine engine, the most sensitive thing
man ever made; and No. .007, besides being sensitive, was new. The
red paint was hardly dry on his spotless bumper-bar, his headlight
shone like a fireman's helmet, and his cab might have been a
hard-wood-finish parlour. They had run him into the round-house
after his trial - he had said good-bye to his best friend in the
shops, the overhead travelling-crane - the big world was just
outside; and the other locos were taking stock of him.
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