“Mona,” she said, “did you get a Christmas card from Mr. Farnsworth?”
“Yes,” said Mona, “in a big blue envelope. Daisy had one, too. Didn’t you get one?”
“No; Jim said there was one for me, but it got lost somehow. Thrown in the fire, I shouldn’t wonder.”
“Well, don’t mind,” said Mona, cheerfully. “You can have mine. It isn’t very pretty, and Daisy’s isn’t either, but I suppose they’re the best Bill could find out there in Arizona. Do you want it now, Patty?”
“I don’t want it at all, Mona. What would I want with your card, or Daisy’s either? But if Little Billee sent one to me, I’d like to have it, that’s all.”
“Of course you would; but truly, they don’t amount to much.”
“Jim must have been mistaken about there being one for me,” said Patty, and then the two girls went downstairs.
The Christmas dinner was practically a repetition of the feast of the night before; but as Adèle said, how could that be helped if people would have two Christmas celebrations on successive days?
There were four extra guests, who proved to be merry and jolly young people, and after dinner Hal declared that his reign as Lord of Misrule was not yet over.
“Don’t let’s do any more stunts like we had last night,” said Mona. “They wear me out. Let’s play easy games, like blindman’s buff, or something.”