Back to her bed she flew with a feeling that somebody was chasing her.
“There’s one thing certain,” she thought, drawing the covers over her head, “ghosts never need lights.”
CHAPTER XVI.
MORE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS AND A COASTING PARTY OF TWO.
All the bells in Wellington were ringing when the girls awoke Christmas morning. The sweet-toned bell of the Chapel of St. Francis mingled its notes with the persistent appeal of the Roman Catholic bell across the way, while on the next street the bell of the Presbyterian Church sent out a calm doctrinal call for all repentant sinners to be on hand sharp for the ten o’clock service. And in this confusion of sound came the tinkle of sleigh bells like a note of pleasure in a religious symphony.
“Merry Christmas!” cried Judy, running into the room with an armful of parcels done up with white tissue paper and tied with red ribbons. “Here are the presents Nance and the others left for you. ‘My lady fair, arise, arise, arise!’”
“Merry Christmas!” cried Molly, bounding out of bed and rushing to find the presents she had been commissioned to take care of for Judy.
The two girls climbed under the covers and began to open their gifts.
“Dear old Nance!” ejaculated Judy. “How well she knows my wants. She’s given me an address book because she disapproved of my keeping addresses on old envelopes.”