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The snow kept coming down, quietly, ghost-like, covering the land deeper and deeper. It seemed as if it would go on forever. It was the first snowfall of the year. Billy looked through the kitchen window, he felt like diving into the snow and burying himself in its softness."Billy!" His mother shouted. She was standing at his side but had to raise her voice because he was not listening."Do you have to call me Billy?""I meant Bill." His mother answered quickly, "I forgot how close you are to being a man. Go help Pa with the fence."Billy started out toward the fence. That was the story of his life - fixing this fixing that. He walked slowly. The falling snow had a strange power, a power that did not seem real. It was like magic. Billy wanted to keep going, wishing there was no fenc ...

A few days before Christmas, Chantal Yardley visited Jacob Samuels in the old people's home. "Do you know they aim to blow it up?" said Mr. Samuels as he looked out a window. His face was nearly the same red as the hanging Christmas decorations. He was angry at the thought that the house on Bright Hill, the shelter of his happy years when his wife Irma was alive, his house, was to be destroyed. "The people who bought the house said it would be a fine place to raise their children. If my wife was alive she would not talk to me for a year."Chantal tried to change the subject. "Do you know it has been almost thirty years?" she asked the old man. "I remember," said Jacob Samuels, "Irma and I spent the whole week before calling the people in the community trying to put together a welcome ...

The story is a special one for Christmas. It is ''Why the Chimes Rang''. It was written by Raymond MacDonald Alden. In a faraway country where few people have ever traveled, there was once a wonderful church. It stood on a high hill in a great city. Every Sunday and on holidays like Christmas, thousands of people climbed the hill to the church. The main room of the church was so long that if you stood at one end, you almost could not see the other end. In the farthest corner was an organ. This organ could play music very loud. Sometimes when the organ is played, people from miles around would close their windows and prepare for a thunderstorm. No such church as this was ever seen before. It was especially wonderful when it was lighted with burning candles for a holiday and fill ...

Our story is called "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County." It was written by Mark Twain.A friend of mine in the East asked me to visit old Simon Wheeler, to ask about my friend's friend, Leonidas W. Smiley. I did as my friend asked me to do and this story is the result.I found Simon Wheeler sleeping by the stove in the ruined mining camp of Angels. I saw that he was fat and had no hair, and had a gentle and simple look upon his peaceful face. He woke up, and gave me "Good day." I told him a friend had asked me to find out about a friend named Leonidas W. Smiley, who he heard was at one time living in Angels Camp. I added that if Mister Wheeler could tell me anything about this Leonidas W. Smiley, I would feel a great responsibility to him. Simon Wheeler forced me into a corn ...

Paul was a student with a lot of problems. He hated school. He didn't like living with his family on Cordelia Street in the industrial city of Pittsburgh. Paul wanted to be surrounded by beautiful things. He loved his part-time job as an usher at the concert hall. He helped people find their seats before the concert. Then he could listen to the music and dream of exciting places. Paul also spent a lot of time at the local theater. He knew many of the actors who worked there. He used to do little jobs for them. And they would let him see plays for free. Paul had little time left for his studies. So he was always in trouble with his teachers. Finally, Paul's teachers complained again to his father. His father took him out of school and made him take a job in a large company. He would not l ...