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Title: Fanciful tales
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Stockton, Frank Richard, 1834-1902 Langworthy, Julia Elizabeth
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Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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the old town, youwould still see the little griffins on the sides ofthe church ; but the great stone griffin that wasover the door is gone. THE CHRISTMAS TRUANTS Christmas was coming, a long time ago, andthe boys in a certain far-away school were talk-ing and thinking about it. Eleven of theseyoungsters, who were all great friends, andgenerally kept together, whether at work orplay, held a secret meeting, at which they re-solved that they were tired of the ordinary waysof spending Christmas. We are bored to death, said one of theolder boys, with Christmas trees, with Christ-mas games, with Christmas carols, and withthe hanging-up of stockings on Christmas Eve.Such things may do very well for children, butwe have grown out of them. Thats true ! cried the others. WeVegrown out of that kind of nonsense. Yes, sir! exclaimed the smallest boy of all,who was generally known as Tomtit. * Wevegrown out of that. Of course, said the biggest boy, who wascalled by his companions Old Pluck, because
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THEY WERE MARCHED AWAY TO THE ROBBER S CASTLE, The Christmas Truants 109 he had never been found to be afraid of any-thing, there will be this Christmas childish-ness at the school, just as there has been al-ways ; and I propose that, instead of stayinghere and submitting to it, we run away, andhave a Christmas to suit ourselves. Hurrah ! cried the other boys. That*swhat we shall do. Have a Christmas to suitourselves.* Having made up their minds to this, theseeleven boys, on the afternoon of the next daybut one to Christmas, ran away from school,in order that they might find a place wherethey would be free to celebrate the great holi-day in whatever way they pleased. Theywalked as fast as they could, little Tomtit keep-ing up bravely in the rear, although he wasobliged to run almost as much as he walked,until they were at a long distance from theschool. Night was now coming on, and OldPluck called a halt. Boys, said he, we will camp at the edgeof that forest, and those of you who have

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