Pinned to her dress was a leaf from Mr. Ralston 's notebook with Maggie 's name written on it . `` Well , this is Christmas with a vengeance , '' said Mr. Joseph . `` The children will go wild with delight , '' said his wife happily . They pretty nearly did when they all came scrambling down the stairs a little later . Such a Christmas had never been known in the Joseph household before . Maggie clasped her doll with shining eyes , Mollie looked at the workbasket that her housewifely little heart had always longed for , studious Jimmy beamed over the books , and Ted and Hal whooped with delight over the skates . And as for the big box of good things , why , everybody appreciated that . That Christmas was one to date from in that family . I 'm glad to be able to say , too , that even in the heyday of their delight and surprise over their wonderful presents , the little Josephs did not forget to appreciate the gifts they had prepared for each other . Mollie thought her calendar just too pretty for anything , and Jimmy was sure the new red mittens which Maggie had knitted for him with her own chubby wee fingers , were the very nicest , gayest mittens a boy had ever worn . Mrs. Joseph 's taffy was eaten too . Not a scrap of it was left . As Ted said loyally , `` It was just as good as the candy in the box and had more ` chew ' to it besides . '' The Magical Bond of the Sea A late September wind from the northwest was sweeping over the waters of Racicot Harbour . It blew in , strong with the tang of the salt seas , past the grim lighthouse rock on the one hand and the sandbars on the other , up the long , narrow funnel of darkly blue water , until it whistled among the masts of the boats at anchor and among the stovepipe chimneys of the fishing village . It was a wind that sang and piped and keened of many things -- but what it sang to each listener was only what was in that listener 's heart . And Nora Shelley , standing at the door of her father 's bleached cottage on the grey sands , heard a new strain in it . The wind had sung often to her of the outer world she longed for , but there had never been the note of fulfilment in it before . There 's a new life beyond , Nora , whistled the wind . A good life -- and it 's yours for the taking .
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