Christmas stories; Families -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
At length, even old Elder Concannon appeared unexpectedly in the
reading-room one night to see what was going on. He came to criticise
and remained to play a game of "draughts," as he called them, with
Marty Day himself!
"Them young scalawags, Elder," declared Massey, when the old gentleman
dropped into the drug store afterward. "Them young scalawags are
certainly surprising _me_. They behaved themselves more like human
bein's than I ever knowed 'em to before. An' it's a nice, neat, warm
room, too, ain't it, now?"
"Ahem! It appears to be," admitted Elder Concannon, and not so
grudgingly as might have been expected. "But where's that young girl
who had so much to do with it at first--where's that Day girl?"
"Why, pshaw, Elder! _she_ don't have nothing to do with the
reading-room," and the druggist's eyes twinkled. "Don't you know that
she only _starts_ things in this town? She sets folks up in the
business of 'doing for themselves'. Then she goes along about her own
business.
"What's _that_? Well, I dunno. I'm wonderin' myself just where she'll
break out next!"
CHAPTER XVII
CHRISTMAS NEWS
It bade fair to be an old-fashioned northern New England winter.
Janice Day had never seen anything like this in the prairie country
from which she had come.
There three or four big storms, the traces of which soon melted, had
been considered a "hard" winter. Here in Poketown the hillside was
made white before Thanksgiving, and then one snow after another sifted
down upon the mountains. Tree branches in the forest broke under the
weight of snow. Sometimes she lay awake in the night and heard the
frost burst great trees as though a stick of dynamite had been set off
inside them.
The lake ice became so thick that the steamboat could no longer make
her trips. Walky Dexter became mail carrier and brought the mail from
Middletown every other day.
Janice found the time not at all tedious in its flight. There really
was so much to do!
As for real fun--winter sports had been little more than a name to the
girl from the Middle West before this winter. The boys had got their
bob-sleds out before Thanksgiving. Toboggans were not popular in
Poketown, for the coasting-places were too rough. At first Janice was
really afraid to join the hilarious parties of boys and girls on some
of the slides.
Marty, however, owned a big sled, and she did not want her cousin to
lose his good opinion of her. He had declared that she was almost as
good as a boy, and Janice successfully hid from him her fear of the
sport that really is a royal one.
A favorite slide of the Poketown young people was from the head of the
street on which Hopewell Drugg's store was located, down the hill, past
the decayed dock on which Janice had first seen little Lottie Drugg,
and on across the frozen inlet to the wooded point in which Lottie
declared the echo dwelt.
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