I lay long awake glowing with warmth, the reaction after our struggle through the storm, and with satisfaction at being snug in bed; while outside the storm raged.
December 29th.
This morning at breakfast I noticed Mumsie look puzzled as she read a letter she had just received. Then my eye caught that of Uncle’s and he, too, read his wife’s face.
“What have you got?” asked he.
Mumsie sighed.
“Anything serious, your death warrant?”
“Just a letter from Mary.”
“Good Lord!” exclaimed Mr. Bang. “What does she want now?”
“She does not say she wishes for anything,” replied Mumsie.
“She never does,” retorted Mr. Bang.