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You are about to read a short story titled ‘Cousin Tribulation’s Story’  written
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          by Louisa May Alcott, and published in 1868. Tribulation Periwinkle is the

          narrator of this Christmas short story. Tribulation tells this story in a letter,
          probably addressed to her younger cousins, to teach them a lesson in generosity.



          Let’s read and find out how a family found happiness by sharing their food with

          a needy family.                                                                           SDG 2 zero hunger


             Dear Merrys:— As a subject appropriate to the season, I want to tell
             you about a New Year’s breakfast which I had when I was a little girl.

             What do you think it was? A slice of dry bread and an apple. This is
             how it happened, and it is a true story, every word.

             As we came down to breakfast that morning, with very shiny faces
             and spandy clean aprons, we found Father alone in the dining-room.


             ‘Happy New Year, papa! where is mother?’ we cried.

             ‘A little boy came begging and said they were starving at home, so

             your mother went to see and—ah, here she is.’

             As papa spoke, in came mamma, looking very cold, rather sad, and
             very much excited.


             ‘Children, don’t begin till you hear what I have to say,’ she cried; and
             we sat staring at her, with the breakfast untouched before us. ‘Not
             far away from here, lies a poor woman with a little new-born baby.
             Six children are huddled into one bed to keep from freezing, for they

             have no fire. There is nothing to eat over there;
             and the oldest boy came here to tell me they were
             starving this bitter cold day. My little girls, will                       How do you        Connect
                                                                                                           Language
             you give them your breakfast, as a New Year’s                              address your parents
                                                                                        in your language?
             gift?’

             We sat silent a minute, and looked at the nice,
             hot porridge, creamy milk, and good bread                                  spandy: neat
                                                                                        huddled: crowded together
             and butter; for we were brought up like English
                                                                                        porridge: a thick, soft food
             children, and never drank tea or coffee, or ate                            made from oats boiled in
                                                                                        milk or water, eaten hot for
             anything but porridge for our breakfast.                                   breakfast

          1  The author’s story has been reproduced here in entirety so that children understand the writing style of the
            author and the period in which it was written.
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