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id: 39753
title: The Misfit Christmas Puddings
author: Consolation Club
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  { Granny M''Carty,--much care; little comfort. WIDOW M''CARTY''S ABODE MORNING OF THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS After a moment''s quiet, Mrs. M''Carty slipped the pipe out of Granny''s "Musha, musha, Mrs. M''Carty!" said Grandad. "Whist now, whist, Granny!" cried Mrs. M''Carty, coming in from the "That''s like yer foolishness, Bridget M''Carty," retorted Granny. "Now then, Mrs. M''Carty," said Grandad Rafferty, as usual finding some Granny M''Carty in the easiest chair and Grandad Rafferty in the next Every clerk declared that Mrs. M''Carty should have her Christmas cake "Sure, it ain''t much like Christmas Eve I''m thinkin''," she said, his Christmas puddings, was to send at once to the Widow M''Carty''s and WIDOW M''CARTY''S ABODE CHRISTMAS DAY "Never mind that, Granny," said Grandad. "Wan time is as good as another for a surprise," said Granny. "Merry Christmas, with a present for you, Granny," he said. "If Bridget M''Carty had said her


