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In truth, after having been for years an obedient attendant on her aunt, Lady Martindale felt the blank of the want of occupation, and thus the sense of her loss was ever renewed. Science, literature, and accomplishments had been her pursuits, chiefly because her aunt led her to them, and they had been gradually dropped with Mrs. Nesbit's interest in them.
"Who is there?" demanded a voice, that sounded like David Nesbit's. "Kris Kringle and three good children." "Enter into the realm of Christmas," answered the voice, and the door was flung open. The sight that greeted them was sufficiently brilliant to dazzle their eyes for a moment. In one corner of the dining room stood the great tree, radiant with gilt and silver ornaments.
The girls insisted on helping Jean with the dinner, and at half-past five the whole party sat down at the rude table that had been improvised by the boys the day before. Eating in the heart of the forest made things taste infinitely better than at home. Never before had there been such coffee, or steak, or baked potatoes! There was dessert, too Mrs. Nesbit's famous fruit cake and Mrs.
Now that it was all over the reaction had set in, and she began to feel a little tired, although she was almost too happy for words. She walked along, dimly alive to what the girls were saying. Nora was still upset over Miriam Nesbit's lawless attempt to score, and sputtered angrily all the way down the corridor.
Almost immediately, however, Violet returned, with her hands full of some beautiful geraniums, that morning sent to her by Mrs. Harrison. 'See! said she; 'I think a wreath of these might look well. Theodora trusted the blush had been the work of her own guilty fancy, and, recollecting how often Mrs. Nesbit's innuendoes had glanced aside, thought it best not to revive the subject.
"Suppose," Grace proposed suddenly, aloud, "we ask David Nesbit's advice to-morrow night, when we go to the flying machine exhibition." After that she dismissed the subject from her mind for the time being.
Gray, rather than herself, who gave Anne into David Nesbit's keeping. Always a shy, retiring woman, she had shrunk from the idea of appearing prominently before a church full of persons, many of whom were strangers to her.
Come on, everybody, and we'll get up steam and fly to Nesbit's." Of course every one wanted to ride in the new car. David and Anne decided, however, to go with Mrs. Gray, and with a honk! honk! the automobile was off. The Nesbit home was ablaze with light. Mrs. Nesbit stood in the wide hall waiting to receive Miriam's guests.
and remained outside for the space of two minutes, when he suddenly reappeared wearing Grace's coat and Miriam Nesbit's plumed hat and performed a wild dance down the middle of the room that made his friends shriek with laughter. "Hippy, when will you be good?" inquired Miriam, as she rescued her hat, and smoothed its ruffled plumes. "Never, I hope," replied Hippy promptly.
Two or more years, wasn't it?" "I know," cried Nora. "Miriam Nesbit's!" "Sh-h-h!" warned Grace. "Remember David. He's just across the hall." "And he must never know," added Anne, "not if she sent me a dozen dolls." "But I haven't finished," continued Jessica. "I feel exactly like a detective on the scent. This doll is wearing something else that is familiar to us all.
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