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We'll certainly carry it out, for your pretty idea was the offspring of an unselfish impulse, and a sympathetic tear, and it surely will thrive and bear fruit." "Let's see, Auntee a pie must always be round, mus'n't it?" "And this one will have to be big, too," replied Alice, "for there are lots of us who want to have a finger in it.
After breakfast, Aunt Alice said calmly, "Alsie, come with me, for I have an important errand, and would like to have company." "O, Auntee, how can you be so composed when there's such a big pile of bundles in your bedroom closet, and have you seen the lovely palm sent to grandfather by the members of his literary club? It's a beauty, and so big that it looks almost like a small tree!"
In a little while Aunt Alice had suggested a walk "for a breath of fresh air," with the result that they were soon out together, alone, walking in the lovely park which was close by. "You see, Auntee," began Alsie, "it was this way I tried and tried to think of some celebration, which would make us all cheerful and happy at Christmas, but the more I thought, the harder the problem seemed to get.
The tears came into my eyes, Auntee, and I said to mamma, 'If grandfather could just eat this one piece of pie, mamma, I would be willing to do without pie for the rest of my life. "It was then, Auntee, that the idea came to me.
"Have you ever noticed what a long wait people have for breakfast on Christmas morning, Auntee?" "That's because some people rise at such unearthly hours," answered Alice with a laugh, "but run along now, Alsie, and let's see which will be dressed first." An hour later found the family grouped around the breakfast table.
It was not a thing of beauty, being the work of his own clumsy little hands, but he felt sure it would be appreciated, for he had heard grandfather wish so often that "somebody" wouldn't take away the blotters from his desk. "I have such a cute little lemon that I want to put in the pie, Auntee, and yet I don't know exactly how to work it in.
"Auntee, it's the prettiest thing I've ever seen!" exclaimed Alsie enthusiastically, after the lining had been neatly pasted in. Then began the work of fixing up the packages to fill the pie. Aunt Bettie's contribution was unique a beaten-biscuit gentleman, some twelve inches tall, who was certainly most "fearfully and wonderfully" made.
"O, Auntee, what is it?" The awed young voice paused at the threshold. It was a sight the little girl had never witnessed before she had seen Auntee sad at occasional intervals, and a few times had looked upon tears in the usually merry eyes of her beloved chum, but never before had she beheld Auntee sobbing in such an abandonment of grief.
Don't you remember, when you were a wee tot, and would come in and ask me for a piece of cake? When I would say, 'Well, now, I wonder where grandma has put that cake? you would reply, so eagerly, 'Fink hard, Auntee fink hard. You knew well that a real hard think would bring results. Now we must both 'think hard' and see if we can't produce a little genuine Christmas cheer."
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.
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