The eating of the apples now went on silently, Elizabeth having been
worsted in her battle for the Cratchits. But soon as hostess she made
another effort to be charming.
"Mamma tells us that whenever we have anything very very good, we must
always remember to leave a little for Lazarus. Especially at
Christmas--we must remember to share with Lazarus--to leave something on
our plates for him."
"Well," said Elsie, "Herbert and I have always been taught to leave
something on our plates for good manners. But I never heard good manners
called Lazarus. I didn't suppose Lazarus had any manners!"
Elizabeth's face and neck was colored with a quick flame, and she bent
her head over her plate until her hair covered her eyes. She undertook
an explanation:--
"I think I know what mamma meant, Elsie. Mamma always means a great
deal. It was this way: long, long ages ago all over the world people had
to divide with imaginary beings: every year they had to give so much,
part of everything they owned. Then by and by--I don't know the exact
date, Elsie, dear, and I don't think it makes much difference; but by
and by there weren't any more imaginary beings. Mamma said that they all
disappeared, going down the road of the world."
"But who got all the things?" asked Elsie. "The imaginary beings didn't
get them."
"I suppose that is another story," said Elizabeth, who was determined
this time not to be browbeaten. "Then just as they all disappeared down
the road, from the opposite direction there came the figure of a
man--Lazarus. Of course I can't tell it as mamma explains it to me, but
this is what it comes to: that for ages and ages people were compelled
to give up a share of what they had to imaginary beings; but now there
aren't any imaginary beings, and we must divide with people we actually
see."
"I don't actually see Lazarus," said Elsie.
"But with your mind's eye--!"
"Oh, _that_ eye--!"
"Mamma thought she would give us a good send-off for Christmas Eve,"
murmured Elizabeth with another wound: she had been as unfortunate in
her crusade for Lazarus as she had been with her tirade for the
Cratchits.
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