As a subject appropriate to the season, I want to tell you about a New Year's breakfast which I had when I was a little girl. What do you think it was? A slice of dry bread and an apple. This is how it happened, and it is a true story, every word. As we came down to breakfast that morning, with very shiny faces and spandy clean aprons, we found father alone in the dining-room. "Happy New Year, papa! Where is mother?" we cried. "A little boy came begging and said they were starving at home, so your mother went to see and--ah, here she is." As papa spoke, in came mamma, looking very cold, rather sad, and very much excited. "Children, don't begin till you hear what I have to say," she cried; and we sat staring at her, with the breakfast untouched before us. "Not far away from here, lies a poor woman with a little new-born 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 came here to tell me they were starving this bitter cold day. My little girls, will you give them your breakfast, as a New Year's gift?"
Tribulation's Story
4 years ago by jeffteague1 (31)