"Is the tree bushy enough for you, Lo?" Bob asked.
"Yes, it's a beauty," Lois said, examining it.
"You two should have been with us," Polly said, speaking to Jim, "just to have seen Bobby work."
"While Polly told me how to do it," Bob said, teasingly. "You'd think, to hear her talk, she'd cut down trees all her life. When she found that I wasn't paying any attention to her, she got back in the sleigh and recited 'Woodman Spare That Tree' from the depths of the nice warm robes while I froze."
"Bob," said Polly, indignantly, "if you'll let me pass, I'd like to go upstairs and dress for dinner."
That evening, they decorated the tree, that is, Lois and Jim did most of it while Polly and Bob rested in two big chairs before the fire, with Sandy between them, and made suggestions.
"Jim, that tinsel would look much better going around the tree instead of up and down," Bob said critically.
Jim, who was upon a stepladder, went on trimming, while Lois came to his defense.
"Bob, do you know what tinsel is supposed to represent," she asked.
"Isn't supposed to represent anything," Bob said calmly.