Dalrymple, Leona

This is a tale of selflessness and generosity that will touch the hearts of all who hear it. Amid the joyful festivities of a classic country Christmas, there lies a tale of two orphaned siblings struggling to make ends meet. As their circumstances grow more dire by the day, the children's hopes for a happy holiday seem all but dashed. But then, a miracle arrives in the form of a kindhearted physician and his compassionate wife. Despite their own children's absence, the couple opens their home to the desperate children, offering them a chance to experience the love and warmth of a true family Christmas.

Это история о самоотверженности и великодушии, которая тронет сердца всех, кто ее услышит. Среди радостных праздников классического деревенского Рождества рассказывается о двух осиротевших братьях и се Развернуть

Mr. Abner Sawyer, president of Lindon Bank and the first citizen of his small town, and his wife Judith sponsored a New York orphan for Christmas. They were not prepared for the wonderful boy who came to the holiday. His name was Jimsy, and he took it for granted that you liked him. Jimsy was lean, energetic, downright friendly and just what the Sawyers needed.

Мистер Абнер Сойер, президент Lindon Bank и первый гражданин своего маленького городка, и его жена Джудит спонсировали сироту из Нью-Йорка на Рождество. Они не были подготовлены для чудесного мальчика, который приехал на праздник. Его звали Джимси, и он считал само собой разумеющимся, что он тебе нравится. Джимси был худощавым Развернуть

In the Heart of the Christmas Pines is a novella by Leona Dalrymple. Jean Varian arrives to a small town to accomplish a mission. Instead he finds romance and must suddenly make important decisions.

В сердце рождественских сосен - повесть Леоны Далримпл. Жан Вариан приезжает в маленький городок, чтобы выполнить миссию. Вместо этого он находит романтику и внезапно должен принимать важные решения. Развернуть

Spring was stealing lightly over the Connecticut hills, a shy, tender thing of delicate green winging its way with witch-rod over the wooded ridges and the sylvan paths of Diane Westfall’s farm. And with the spring had come a great hammering by the sheepfold and the stables where a smiling horde of metropolitan workmen, sheltered by night in the rambling old farmhouse, built an ingenious house upon wheels and flirted with the house-maids. Radiantly the spring swept from delicate shyness into a bolder glow of leaf and flower. Dogwood snowed along the ridges, Solomon’s seal flowered thickly in the bogs, and following the path to the lake one morning with Rex, a favorite St. Bernard, at her heels, Diane felt with a thrill that the summer itself had come in the night with a wind-flutter of wild flower and the fluting of nesting birds. The woodland was deliciously green and cool and alive with the piping of robins. Over the lake which glimmered faintly through the trees ahead came the whir and Развернуть