Mrs. J. S. Adams

Capitolo 2

to-tomorrow."

"Thing! not ring in Christmas day!" exclaimed together all the bells.

"No, I don't do. You please you/he/she can exclaim as much as You;  but, if You
it had common understanding, you would see in a moment as tired they are of me
singing this tall some one tone."

"But all of us have to give our notes", a minimum responded, sweet-express bell.

"That is what I mean to change. We am tired entirely of our notes,
and change of need."

"But we should have to be remelting", it said the low-tuned up bell, sadly.

"We owe more certainly. _I_ should like the fun of that. Now as
many of you it will be silent in the morning when the old verger comes
do I/you/he/she encircle us?"

"I want", he/she answered to the bell more low-tuned up, audaciously.

"If it departs of us it is silent and it refuses to encircle, of what wish of use the rest
both?" says one up to that that quiet had remained then. "For a bell all of
of we am had need", she added, sadly.

"That is only the point", remarked the leader. "If still all will be, anybody
you/he/she will be blamed:  the people will think us we are brought out and creation of need
on. Then we will be picked down up from this tower where we have been this way
long, and it has an opportunity to see anything of the world. For _my_
divides, I am tired to death to be on here, and not seeing nothing but this
calm valley."

A murmur worked from one to another, you cultivate all they agreed to be silent on the
tomorrow, although a lot of some bell would have preferred to encircle as usual.

The men that had introduced the bells to the church returned to midnight,
after a long trip to his/her native valley, bringing with him a friend,
almost only to feel the beautiful bell on the tomorrow.

As he passed the church, on his/her walk homeward the murmuring one of the bells
you/he/she was stopping only. "The wind transports them--the beautiful bells", he said.
"But to-tomorrow that you will feel as dessert they will sing" them, he added,
launching on a loving glance to the tower where hung the bells.

Some miles from the valley, next to the bench, it was standing a cottage