Then followed days of joyous happenings. It was Christmas weather, and there was snow enough for all the wonderful plans for winter games. The grown people as well as the children entered into the festivities and good times reigned supreme.
Dorothy and Lois twinkled about like sunbeams.
Father was kept busy answering questions and telling over and over again Christmas stories, traditions and legends.
Lois and Dorothy had admired again each gift and hidden them for the Santa Claus hunt on Christmas day.
Dorothy whispered to father in one ear and Lois whispered in the other, until father was certain the whispers were tangled in the middle of his head. Timothy said the house was so full of secrets, he expected to step on them.
Jeanie locked the school-room door and put the key in her pocket, and though everyone had approached her on the subject, no one was any the wiser.
The doctor flew in to talk to Jeanie and flew out again with such an air of importance that Jeanie looked thoughtfully after him.
The candy pull was over and had been a great success, each child spending the afternoon in sticky ecstasy.
“Isn’t it wonderful how many lovely things happen every day?” said Dorothy to Timothy, who was sitting with a little girl on each knee, demanding to be told things.
“It will be Christmas day in three days, Dorothy, and your birthday.”