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17510	Dalrymple, Leona	When the Yule Log Burns: A Christmas Story			.txt	text/plain	11212	779	86	Doctor's old-fashioned house loomed gray-white through the snow-fringed Face aglow, the old Doctor bent and patted his wife's wrinkled hand. wood-fire: a Christmas, in short, such as the old Doctor himself knew Roger clapped his thin little hands with a cry of delight, for old Asher "I," said the doctor presently, striking the burning Yule-log until the "I--I wish for more kind hearts like Aunt Ellen's and the Doctor's," he Madge's arm was already around his shoulders and the old Doctor was wonderful old Doctor this--reflected Roger wonderingly. really happy Christmas guest--young Doctor Ralph. "Come, come, now Sister Madge," came the Doctor's kindly voice a little "'Unto us,'" said Aunt Ellen Leslie as she turned the Christmas log, "Doctor!" said little Roger slyly, "you got your chin stuck out!" Doctor's kindly eyes did not fire to the name of Christmas as Roger "Speaking of Christmas," said the Doctor, sniffing luxuriously, "I feel	./cache/17510.txt	./txt/17510.txt