THE STORY OF ZEPHYR 
A Christmas Story 
CHAPTER I 
edwy’s wish 
“Father, ‘may I have an English setter 
for my Christmas present?” 
Edwy spoke in a subdued tone, for the 
president of a certain Association, a coun- 
try club, of which his father was a member, 
had come to say good-bye. One branch of 
the party of campers on the lake was about 
to break up; city schools were calling them 
from forest and from field. 
The stranger had taken a seat on the broad 
veranda, his dog at his heels, his carriage 
and horses waiting. 
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