And, dear me, I shan’t get in bed till after midnight, I know, with so many Christmas presents to do up and label and all. I’m tying everything with corn-colored ribbon and it looks very pretty. The little presentation cards have daffodils on them. Don’t you like dainty things like that?
“It is all very silly,” said Preacher Jim to me. “This money should have gone to the poor.”
“Jim,” said I, “it is going to the poor. For everybody in the world is poor. Everybody needs help. Some need money, but more need love, and all this silliness is just a girl’s way of showing love.”
“Humph!” said Jim.
Isn’t he funny, Carin? Who would have dreamed he would be so solemn?
I do hope you’ll like what I’ve sent you; and I’m wild to get home and find your package for me.
And Oh, Oh, if there isn’t one, what an Indignant Person I shall be! But there will be, for when have you or your darling parents forgotten me?
A thousand Christmas greetings to you all. There is no joy I do not wish you. Salute your hearthstone for me.
Lovingly,
Azalea.