Sybil Bruncheon's "Winter Tales to Warm Your Heart"... Chapter 12, "Down On Downington Street"...

... and so the local newsboys and pushcart peddlers took a short break on that February afternoon and had a midweek mulled cider with nutmeg, allspice, cinnamon, cloves, and a spot-of-rum! And heated their cups over the garbage-can fire that they stoked with mean old Mr. and Mrs. Preenington who owned the coal mine. "Oh, my goodness!", little Jeffy cried gleefully! "They certainly do warm one's hands so, don't they?"...

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