{"product_id":"2940013197466","title":"Peace On Earth Good Will To Dogs","description":"PEACE ON EARTH GOOD WILL TO DOGS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePART I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf you don't like Christmas stories, don't read this one!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd if you don't like dogs I don't know just what to advise you to do!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor I warn you perfectly frankly that I am distinctly pro-dog and\u003cbr\u003edistinctly pro-Christmas, and would like to bring to this little story\u003cbr\u003ewhatever whiff of fir-balsam I can cajole from the make-believe forest\u003cbr\u003ein my typewriter, and every glitter of tinsel, smudge of toy candle,\u003cbr\u003ecrackle of wrapping paper, that my particular brand of brain and ink\u003cbr\u003ecan conjure up on a single keyboard! And very large-sized dogs shall\u003cbr\u003eromp through every page! And the mercury shiver perpetually in the\u003cbr\u003evicinity of zero! And every foot of earth be crusty-brown and bare\u003cbr\u003ewith no white snow at all till the very last moment when you'd just\u003cbr\u003eabout given up hope! And all the heart of the story is very,--oh\u003cbr\u003e_very_ young!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor purposes of propriety and general historical authenticity there\u003cbr\u003eare of course parents in the story. And one or two other oldish\u003cbr\u003epersons. But they all go away just as early in the narrative as I can\u003cbr\u003emanage it.--Are obliged to go away!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet lest you find in this general combination of circumstances some\u003cbr\u003esinister threat of audacity, let me conventionalize the story at once\u003cbr\u003eby opening it at that most conventional of all conventional\u003cbr\u003eChristmas-story hours,--the Twilight of Christmas Eve.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNuff said?--Christmas Eve, you remember? Twilight? Awfully cold\u003cbr\u003eweather? And somebody very young?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow for the story itself!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter five blustering, wintry weeks of village speculation and gossip\u003cbr\u003ethere was of course considerable satisfaction in being the first to\u003cbr\u003esolve the mysterious holiday tenancy of the Rattle-Pane House.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBreathless with excitement Flame Nourice telephoned the news from the\u003cbr\u003evillage post-office. From a pedestal of boxes fairly bulging with\u003cbr\u003ered-wheeled go-carts, one keen young elbow rammed for balance into a\u003cbr\u003egay glassy shelf of stick-candy, green tissue garlands tickling\u003cbr\u003eacross her cheek, she sped the message to her mother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"O Mother-Funny!\" triumphed Flame. \"I've found out who's Christmasing\u003cbr\u003eat the Rattle-Pane House!--It's a red-haired setter dog with one black\u003cbr\u003eear! And he's sitting at the front gate this moment! Superintending\u003cbr\u003ethe unpacking of the furniture van! And I've named him Lopsy!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Why, Flame; how--absurd!\" gasped her mother. In consideration of the\u003cbr\u003efact that Flame's mother had run all the way from the icy-footed\u003cbr\u003echicken yard to answer the telephone it shows distinctly what stuff\u003cbr\u003eshe was made of that she gasped nothing else.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd that Flame herself re-telephoned within the half hour to\u003cbr\u003eacknowledge her absurdity shows equally distinctly what stuff _she_\u003cbr\u003ewas made of! It was from the summit of a crate of holly-wreaths that\u003cbr\u003eshe telephoned this time.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147465146608,"sku":"2940013197466","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013197466_p0.jpg?v=1763578146","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013197466","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}