CHAPTER XLI. BOXING-NIGHT.
"Let us keep Christmas," said Angela, "with something like original treatment. We will not dance, because we do that nearly every night."
"Let us," said Harry, "dress up and act."
What were they to act? That he would find for them. How were they to dress? That they would have to find for themselves. The feature of the Christmas festival was that they were to be mummers, and that there was to be mummicking, and of course there would be a little feasting, and perhaps a little singing.
"We must have just such a programme," said Angela to their master of ceremonies, "as if you were preparing it for the Palace of Delight."
"This is the only Palace of Delight," said Harry, "that we shall ever see. For my own part I desire no other."
"But, you know, we are going to have another one, much larger than this little place. Have you forgotten all your projects?"
Harry laughed; it was strange how persistently Miss Kennedy returned to the subject again and again; how seriously she talked about it; how she dwelt upon it.
"We must have," she continued, "sports which will cost nothing, with dresses which we can make for ourselves. Of course we must have guests to witness them."