At breakfast David suddenly asked, “Does everyone have Christmas?”
“Everyone?” repeated Mr. Payson. “Well, I’m afraid some have a good deal more Christmas than others.”
David looked thoughtful. “Do you suppose that family in the log cabin over behind the bluff has any Christmas at all?”
“Perhaps not,” admitted Mr. Payson, and Mrs. Payson suddenly had the air of a person who all at once remembers something very important.
David looked hard at his plate, and then he said:
“Perhaps we ought to take Christmas over to them. We have so much that we can spare a little, can’t we?”
“Of course we can, David,” said his mother promptly. “I’ll fill a big basket with good things, and you and your father can carry it right over.”
But before the basket was filled, a very natural thought came to Florence.
“How can it be Christmas to them without a tree?” she asked.
“They shall have a tree,” said Mr. Payson. “Come, David, we’ll get one right now.”