The Romance of a Christmas Card by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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always so gay and chirpy. In this picture she has a sad, far-away,
listening look, but mother may have put that in just to make it interesting." "Or perhaps I've had something to do with the change of expression!" thought David. "What attracted me first," he added, "was your mother's verses. She always had a knack of being pious without cramming piety down your throat. I liked that open door. It meant welcome, no matter how little you'd deserved it." "Where'd you get your card, Dave?" asked Dick. "It's prettier than mine." "A nurse brought it to me in the hospital just because she took a fancy to it. She didn't know it would mean anything to me, but it did--a relapse!" And David laughed shamedfacedly. "I guess she'll confine herself to beef tea after this!--Where'd you get yours?" "Picked it up on a dentist's mantelpiece when I was waiting for an appointment. I was traveling round the room, hands in my pockets, when suddenly I saw this card standing up against an hour-glass. The color caught me. I took it to the window, and at first I was puzzled. It certainly was Letty's house. The door's open you see and there's somebody in the window. I knew it was Letty, but how could any card publisher have found the way to Beulah? Then I discovered mother's initials snarled up in holly, and remembered that she was always painting and illuminating." "Queer job, life is!" said David, putting his card back in his pocket and wishing there were a little more time, or that he had a little |
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