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 236 THE SONG OF THE ANGELS. "Just here, aunt," said he, pointing to a very small opening between two boards. "Oh, no, this cannot be the spot, the crack is too small to admit a knife, it must be somewhere else; but I see no crack in any other part. My dear boy," said his aunt, looking Alfred full in the face, "you did not let it down here." Her gentle words, accompanied as they were with a sorrowful look, melted him at once, for Alfred was not a hardened boy, and he ran off to his room weeping all the way. "Well," said Samuel, as he turned to the parlor, "I suppose I must mark some make-believe notches on my stick with a Digitized by Google