"O-h!—O-h!—O-h!" she exclaimed, very slowly. Then with increasing interest and wonder, "Is there snow on the ground?" she whispered.
"No," said Guthrie.
"Is it full moon to-night?" she questioned.
"No," said Guthrie.
"Is there any small, freckle-faced, alto-voiced choir boy in the house, trotting around humming funny little tail-ends of anthems and carols, while he's buckling up his skates?" she stammered.
"No," said Guthrie.
"Are there any old, white-haired loving people cuddled in the chimney corner?" she persisted.
"No," said Guthrie.
"Isn't there—any Christmas tree?"
"No."