President Arthur Tilton shouted with laughter.
“When we heard where the minister and his wife ate their Christmas dinner,” he said, “she whispered to ask me whether she might give the silk dress to her when they get back to-night.”
All this they knew by the time the train reached the crossing where they could look back on Springvale. On the slope of the hill lay the little cemetery, and Ricky said:
“And she told me that if my flowers got there before dark, she’d take them up to the cemetery for Christmas for father. By night she won’t have even a flower left to tell her we’ve been there.”
“Not even the second side of the turkey,” said Grace, “and yet I think——”
“So do I,” her brothers said.
FOOTNOTES:
[7] By permission of the author and the “Delineator.”
EMMY JANE’S CHRISTMAS[8]
Julia B. Tenney