Rosalee laughed.
"Some one—must see," said Rosalee. "'Cause just about a week before Christmas father and mother always go up to town and——"
"Oh, of course mother has to see!" I admitted. "Mother is such friends with Christmas!"
"And father," laughed Rosalee, "is such friends with mother!"
"Usually," I said.
"Eh?" said father.
"And then," explained mother, "on Christmas morning we all go to the parlor!"
"And there's a fire in the parlor!" I explained. "A great hollow Yule log all stuffed full of crackly pine-cones and sputtering sparkers and funny-colored blazes that father buys at a fireworks shop! And the candles are lighted! And—and——"
"And all the tin-foil buds have bloomed into presents!" laughed Derry Willard.