The Romance of a Christmas Card by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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with Deacon Todd."
"Well, Merry Christmas to you, Dick,--I'm going to walk. Good gracious! Have you come to spend the winter?" For various bags and parcels were being flung out on the platform with that indifference and irresponsibility that bespeak the touch of the seasoned baggage-handler. "You didn't suppose I was coming back to Beulah empty-handed, on Christmas Eve, did you? If I'm in time for the tree, I'm going to give those blue-nosed, frost-bitten little youngsters something to remember! Jump in, Dave, and ride as far as the turn of the road." In a few minutes the tottering old sign-board that marked the way to Beulah Center hove in sight, and David jumped from the sleigh to take his homeward path. "Merry Christmas again, Dick!" he waved. "Same to you, Dave! I'll come myself to say it to Letty the first minute I see smoke coming from your chimney to-morrow morning. Tell her you met me, will you, and that my visit is partly for her, only that father had to have his turn first. She'll know why. Tell her mother's card had Christmas magic in it, tell--" "Say, tell her the rest yourself, will you, Dick?" And Dave broke into a run down the hill road that led to Letty. "I will, indeed!" breathed Dick into his muffler. |
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