"I know a girl I'd like to ask. She is in my class, and she lives in Texas, and I do not believe she has a single friend in the city." As she spoke, Miss Moore carefully smoothed out the photograph she was mounting.
"You do it beautifully," said Mrs. Morrison, looking over her shoulder.
"It is the 'Holy Night' by Plockhorst, as you see; we are going to give one to each of our infants, and I offered to mount them. I like to paste; it is my one talent."
"For a Christmas picture, this is my favorite," and Miss Sherwin took from a portfolio a photograph of the Magi on the way to Bethlehem.
Emma and Frances left their cranberries to look at it.
"How wonderfully simple and dignified it is! The wide sweep of the desert, and the stately figures of the Wise Men, as they follow the star," remarked Mrs. Morrison.
"But no one has answered Miss Moore. Wouldn't it be nice to invite her girl?" said Frances, going back to her work again.
"Why, of course, and perhaps we'll find some one else who is not likely to have a happy day," her mother answered.
"There's Mrs. Gray," said Frances meditatively; "I wonder if she likes Christmas trees?"
So it began, and before they knew it the original plan was quite outgrown.