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Updated: June 10, 2025
Alsie and Emily were filled with delight at sight of the great colored newspaper sheets, covered with all manner of pictures of the dear old saint. There he was just ready to climb down the chimney another poster pictured him on his annual journey driving his reindeer over the snowy ground. And so on it seemed as if every stage of the Christmas trip had been photographed in colors.
She had stepped to her dresser, and opened a drawer while speaking, and now held up to view what seemed to be simply an envelope. On turning it over, however, a pretty little border of holly was disclosed, painted around the edges. "A Reminiscence" was written in the center. "What is it, Auntee?" exclaimed Alsie, reaching out her hand. "We'll let you guess awhile, dearie.
But we can heal them or make them worse. You" his kind eyes scourged her again "have been making everything worse for Aunt Alsie for a long time past." Hester shrugged her shoulders passionately, as though to repel the charge, but she said nothing. They moved on in silence for a little.
Sure enough, the snow was falling fast and the ground already began to look white. "If it just keeps up, Auntee, won't we have a beautiful Christmas?" exclaimed Alsie enthusiastically. Alice had been looking out, too, and the shadow of doubt pulled at her heart-strings. Could it be the last Christmas O, surely such a terrible sorrow was not in store for them all!
The miniature dropped from her hands to the floor, opening as it fell. Hester looked at it astonished and her hand stooped for it before Miss Puttenham had perceived her loss. "Were you asleep, Aunt Alsie?" she asked, wondering.
"Aunt Bettie, what are you going to put in the pie? For you know everybody must put in something to please grandfather or make him laugh," asked Alsie, after detailing the plan to the dear old black mammy, who had been grandmother's maid when she was a young lady in the long years ago.
"So there are, Alsie, and I will try to take courage in that thought, for surely God wouldn't take another loved one away from us so soon so soon." The last two words were spoken pensively and as though she was unconscious of the presence of the child. Little Alsie's face became white. "O, Auntee, you don't mean that dear grandfather" her voice faltered and she finished in a whisper "is worse?"
All day I sat an' sat, an' did never a mite o' work never set hand to a tool: an' by sunset I gave in an' went, cursing mysel', over the moor to Warleggan, to Alsie Pascoe, the wise woman an' she taught me a charm an' bless her, bless her, Jack, for't hath brought thee!" "Joan," said I, hot with shame, taking her arms gently from my neck: "listen: I come because I am chased.
"Aye an' the last twain wi' a bullet apiece in their skulls. Oh, rare! Dear heart hold my head so, atween thy hands. 'Put on his cast off duds, said Alsie, 'an' stand afore the glass, sayin' "Come, true man!" nine-an'-ninety time. I was mortal 'feard o' losin' count; but afore I got to fifty, I heard thy step an' hold me closer, Jack." "But Joan, are these men dead, say you?" "Surely, yes.
I'm all right I'll go upstairs and rest. I got overtired this morning." And she went feebly toward the door. Hester looked after her, panting and wounded. Aunt Alsie repel refuse her! Aunt Alsie! who had always been her special possession and chattel.
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