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Title: A Pair of Clogs

Author: Amy Walton

Illustrator: H.P.

Release Date: November 15, 2007 [EBook #23501]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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A Pair of Clogs, and other stories, by Amy Walton.

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In the first of the stories a young girl-child is stolen by the gypsies.
Yet they decide to give the child up, and they leave it in an out-house
owned by a young clergyman. The latter isn't very pleased at this, but
his wife certainly is, and they bring the child up.

After a few years, and in a particularly tense moment, the true mother
is found. An agreement is reached, whereby the child is shared.

As with Amy Walton short stories, there is not only a well-told tale but
also a moral.

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A PAIR OF CLOGS, AND OTHER STORIES, BY AMY WALTON.

STORY ONE, CHAPTER 1.

HER FIRST HOME.

"My! What a pretty pair of clogs baby's gotten!"

The street was narrow and very steep, and paved with round stones; on
each side of it were slate-coloured houses, some high, some low; and in
the middle of it stood baby, her curly yellow head bare, and her blue
cotton frock lifted high with both fat hands. She could not speak, but
she wanted to show that on her feet were tiny new clogs with bright
brass tips.

She stopped in front of all her acquaintances, men, women, children, and
even dogs. Each of them, except the last, made much the same remark,
and she then toddled cheerfully on, until nearly everyone in the village
of Haworth knew of this wonderful new thing.

The baby's mother lived in Haworth, but all day long she had to work in
the town of Keighley down below in the valley, for she was a
factory-girl. From the hillside you could see the thick veil of smoke,
never lifted, which hung over the tall chimneys and grey houses; the
people there very seldom saw the sky clear and blue, but up at Haworth
the wind blew freshly off the