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crying out for what a little of it will let 
them enjoy. So we made up our minds, 
William and I, that if people would only 
give us themselves, and take in return our 
hospitality, it would be best all round. But 
it does seem a pity — the spirit of Christ¬ 
mas giving is so beautiful, if only it had 
not been commercialized and so frightfully 
overdone.” 
“To think you’re a missionary—and I 
never in the least suspected it,” Mary 
said, laughing—but her eyes were dim. 
She kissed Nancy unprovoked, then ran 
away as lightly as the youngest. Nancy, 
looking after her, sighed, saying to her 
spirit: “I do wish I knew what came be¬ 
tween her and Jack! It’s a shame — two 
people meant for each other should not 
waste their lives apart.” 
Outside, the sky grew lower and more 
leaden; the wind whipping about sat 
finally at northwest, and took on an edge. 
The Major walked half the lawn-length, 
his hands behind him, then turning shouted 
for his nephews, who came on the run. 
“We’re in for snow or sleet before morn¬ 
ing,” he said. “Everybody on the place 
has gone to town — from Grannies to 
babies in arms — so you lads must help. 
“Thait’s what we’re here for, Uncle- 
Major!” the three interrupted, flinging up 
their hats: “Say what and where! We’re 
your men. Back-log first?” 
The Major shook his head, smiling hap¬ 
pily—it was so good to feel he had these 
stalwart striplings to lean on. “Hall fire 
is not low enough yet for that,” he said. 
“Besides—it will take hardly a minute. 
Now, we’ll look out for the birds.” 
Only the birds and the colored church 
had Christmas trees at Grassways. The 
bird tree was a pyramidal evergreen, 
standing in full view of the windows and 
along the drive. Low boughs touched the 
earth all round. They came out symmet¬ 
rically, so evenly that a heavy snow made 
of the tree almost a tent. Very quickly 
the boys were swarming up and over it, 
weaving into branch and twig, sheaf-oats 
in handfuls, heavy millet heads, locks of 
over-ripe hay, shattering seed at a touch. 
Nancy sent the girls with trays of specked 
apples, each strung through with a stout 
cord, as were the lumps of suet and chunks 
of fat meat which overran a dish. The 
lumps, the chunks, required nice placing— 
the birds must get at them freely, yet they 
must not serve as a lure for hungry ma¬ 
rauding cats. Hence the most of them 
were looped over pensile tips, where they 
showed even plainer than the glowing red 
apples. 
“Mince pie — all but the crust!” Wyeth 
said, nodding, as together all hands sur¬ 
veyed the finished work. Though they 
pretended thus to scoff it gave them a 
warm feeling inside to note as they turned 
away the rush of winged creatures to the 
tree. “No manners whatever — but I reckon 
they never heard of Christmas,” Susan 
commented. The Major, who had slipped 
away, came back with the salt basket upon 
his arm. 
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