The Romance of a Christmas Card by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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and the blessed old andirons! Gracious! I've crawled round those
Hessian soldiers, burned my fingers and cracked my skull on 'em, often enough when I was a kid! When I'd studied the card five minutes, I bought a ticket and started for home." David's eyes were suffused and his lip trembled. "I don't wonder," said Dick. "I recognize the dear old room right enough, and of course I should know Letty." "It didn't occur to me that it _was_ Letty for some time," said her brother. "There's just the glimpse of a face shown, and no real likeness." "Perhaps not," agreed Dick. "A stranger wouldn't have known it for Letty, but if it had been only that cape I should have guessed. It's as familiar as Mrs. Popham's bugle bonnet, and much prettier. She wore it every winter, skating, you know,--and it's just the color of her hair." "Letty has a good-shaped head," said David judicially. "It shows, even in the card." "And a remarkable ear," added Dick, "so small and so close to her head." "I never notice people's ears," confessed David. "Don't you? I do, and eyelashes, too. Mother's got Letty's eyelashes down fine.--She's changed, Dave, Letty has! That hurts me. She was |
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