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glad, though. Hurrah!”

      His mother was washing the breakfast dishes in a dreary, listless sort of way. She looked tired and broken-spirited. Ted’s enthusiasm seemed to grate on her, for she answered sharply:

      “Christmas, indeed. I can’t see that it is anything for us to rejoice over. Other people may be glad enough, but what with winter coming on I’d sooner it was spring than Christmas. Mary Alice, do lift that child out of the ashes and put its shoes and stockings on. Everything seems to be at sixes and sevens here this morning.”

      Keith, the oldest boy, was coiled up on the sofa calmly working out some algebra problems, quite oblivious to the noise around him. But he looked up from his slate, with his pencil suspended above an obstinate equation, to declaim with a flourish:

      “Christmas comes but once a year, And then Mother wishes it wasn’t here.”

      “I don’t, then,” said Gordon, son number two, who was preparing his own noon lunch of bread and molasses at the table, and making an atrocious mess of crumbs and sugary syrup over everything. “I know one thing to be thankful for, and that is that there’ll be no school. We’ll have a whole week of holidays.”

      Gordon was noted for his aversion to school and his affection for holidays.

      “And we’re going to have turkey for dinner,” declared Teddy, getting up off the floor and rushing to secure his share of bread and molasses, “and cranb’ry sauce and — and — pound cake! Ain’t we, Ma?”

      “No, you are not,” said Mrs. Grant desperately, dropping the dishcloth and snatching the baby on her knee to wipe the crust of cinders and molasses from the chubby pink-and-white face. “You may as well know it now, children, I’ve kept it from you so far in hopes that something would turn up, but nothing has. We can’t have any Christmas dinner tomorrow — we can’t afford it. I’ve pinched and saved every way I could for the last month, hoping that I’d be able to get a turkey for you anyhow, but you’ll have to do without it. There’s that doctor’s bill to pay and a dozen other bills coming in — and people say they can’t wait. I suppose they can’t, but it’s kind of hard, I must say.”

      The little Grants stood with open mouths and horrified eyes. No turkey for Christmas! Was the world coming to an end? Wouldn’t the government interfere if anyone ventured to dispense with a Christmas celebration?

      The gluttonous Teddy stuffed his fists into his eyes and lifted up his voice. Keith, who understood better than the others the look on his mother’s face, took his blubbering young brother by the collar and marched him into the porch. The twins, seeing the summary proceeding, swallowed the outcries they had intended to make, although they couldn’t keep a few big tears from running down their fat cheeks.

      Mrs. Grant looked pityingly at the disappointed faces about her.

      “Don’t cry, children, you make me feel worse. We are not the only ones who will have to do without a Christmas turkey. We ought to be very thankful that we have anything to eat at all. I hate to disappoint you, but it can’t be helped.”

      “Never mind, Mother,” said Keith, comfortingly, relaxing his hold upon the porch door, whereupon it suddenly flew open and precipitated Teddy, who had been tugging at the handle, heels over head backwards. “We know you’ve done your best. It’s been a hard year for you. Just wait, though. I’ll soon be grown up, and then you and these greedy youngsters shall feast on turkey every day of the year. Hello, Teddy, have you got on your feet again? Mind, sir, no more blubbering!”

      “When I’m a man,” announced Teddy with dignity, “I’d just like to see you put me in the porch. And I mean to have turkey all the time and I won’t give you any, either.”

      “All right, you greedy small boy. Only take yourself off to school now, and let us hear no more squeaks out of you. Tramp, all of you, and give Mother a chance to get her work done.”

      Mrs. Grant got up and fell to work at her dishes with a brighter face.

      “Well, we mustn’t give in; perhaps things will be better after a while. I’ll make a famous bread pudding, and you can boil some molasses taffy and ask those little Smithsons next door to help you pull it. They won’t whine for turkey, I’ll be bound. I don’t suppose they ever tasted such a thing in all their lives. If I could afford it, I’d have had them all in to dinner with us. That sermon Mr. Evans preached last Sunday kind of stirred me up. He said we ought always to try and share our Christmas joy with some poor souls who had never learned the meaning of the word. I can’t do as much as I’d like to. It was different when your father was alive.”

      The noisy group grew silent as they always did when their father was spoken of. He had died the year before, and since his death the little family had had a hard time. Keith, to hide his feelings, began to hector the rest.

      “Mary Alice, do hurry up. Here, you twin nuisances, get off to school. If you don’t you’ll be late and then the master will give you a whipping.”

      “He won’t,” answered the irrepressible Teddy. “He never whips us, he doesn’t. He stands us on the floor sometimes, though,” he added, remembering the many times his own chubby legs had been seen to better advantage on the school platform.

      “That man,” said Mrs. Grant, alluding to the teacher, “makes me nervous. He is the most abstracted creature I ever saw in my life. It is a wonder to me he doesn’t walk straight into the river some day. You’ll meet him meandering along the street, gazing into vacancy, and he’ll never see you nor hear a word you say half the time.”

      “Yesterday,” said Gordon, chuckling over the remembrance, “he came in with a big piece of paper he’d picked up on the entry floor in one hand and his hat in the other — and he stuffed his hat into the coalscuttle and hung up the paper on a nail as grave as you please. Never knew the difference till Ned Slocum went and told him. He’s always doing things like that.”

      Keith had collected his books and now marched his brothers and sisters off to school. Left alone with the baby, Mrs. Grant betook herself to her work with a heavy heart. But a second interruption broke the progress of her dishwashing.

      “I declare,” she said, with a surprised glance through the window, “if there isn’t that absentminded schoolteacher coming through the yard! What can he want? Dear me, I do hope Teddy hasn’t been cutting capers in school again.”

      For the teacher’s last call had been in October and had been occasioned by the fact that the irrepressible Teddy would persist in going to school with his pockets filled with live crickets and in driving them harnessed to strings up and down the aisle when the teacher’s back was turned. All mild methods of punishment having failed, the teacher had called to talk it over with Mrs. Grant, with the happy result that Teddy’s behaviour had improved — in the matter of crickets at least.

      But it was about time for another outbreak. Teddy had been unnaturally good for too long a time. Poor Mrs. Grant feared that it was the calm before a storm, and it was with nervous haste that she went to the door and greeted the young teacher.

      He was a slight, pale, boyish-looking fellow, with an abstracted, musing look in his large dark eyes. Mrs. Grant noticed with amusement that he wore a white straw hat in spite of the season. His eyes were directed to her face with his usual unseeing gaze.

      “Just as though he was looking through me at something a thousand miles away,” said Mrs. Grant afterwards. “I believe he was, too. His body was right there on the step before me, but where his soul was is more than you or I or anybody can tell.”

      “Good morning,” he said absently. “I have just called on my way to school with a message from Miss Millar. She wants you all to come up and have Christmas dinner with her tomorrow.”

      “For the land’s sake!” said Mrs. Grant blankly. “I don’t understand.” To herself she thought, “I wish I dared take him and shake him to find if he’s walking in his sleep or not.”

      “You and all the children — every one,” went on the

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