And suddenly the birds stopped singing and there was a bitter chill in the air.
And the sun went violently out.
He was wearing only half-a-pair of spats.
THREE STORIES
XIX. THE MAKING OF A CHRISTMAS STORY
Yuletide!
And suddenly the birds stopped singing and there was a bitter chill in the air.
And the sun went violently out.
He was wearing only half-a-pair of spats.
Yuletide!