"'In Bethlehem of Judea,'" said Granny in a chanting tone. "'Unto you is born a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.'"
"How strange it seems! Christmas morning!"
Hal brought the chicken and the jelly. Granny ate remarkably for her. Then he placed his fingers on her pulse. It certainly was stronger.
"I do think she is better," he said to Dot, who had followed him to the kitchen.
"O Hal! maybe she won't die. I never saw anybody"—
"She was nervous last night, thinking so much of Joe," rejoined Hal softly in the pause that Dot did not finish.
"I'm so glad to have her better!"
"Children," Granny said when they came back, "it is Christmas morning, and you ought to sing. Everybody keeps Christmas."
Dot glanced up in tearful surprise. What was she thinking of,—angels in heaven?
"They sang on the plains of Judea, you know."