IN THE FIRELIGHT 233 



notes, it chuckles and sighs, finally it sinks 

 into reverie, stirring now and then to whisper 

 &quot;sh-h-h-h&quot; lest we break the spell. Only the 

 old clock in the hall refuses to yield, and so 

 berly persists in its &quot;tick-tock,&quot; &quot;tick-tock.&quot; 

 Jonathan s pipe is smoked out, but he does 

 not fill it, and we sit there, looking deep into 

 the rosy glow, and dreaming, dreaming 



THE END 



