Dot nestled closer.
The morning had been cloudy, and about ten o'clock it commenced snowing. They did their housework, and prepared their simple dinner.
"I had resolved to go to town to-day, and buy some Christmas," said Hal. "I believe we never were quite so blue before."
"I don't suppose Kit will be able to get home this evening," Dot said slowly.
"No."
"Then we'll keep it by ourselves, Hal. It will not be so very bad."
"But to have no little gifts,—and Granny sick in bed"—
"It will not be a merry Christmas for us, dear; but there may be something pleasant in it."
Hal sighed sorrowfully. Oh, for the sweet, lost childhood!