The Following of the Star: A RomanceBarclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa)
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The Following of the Star: A Romance
Barclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa)
Clergy -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
"Do you remember Sarah's Christmas card? Yes, of course you
do. You never forget such things. Sarah retailed to me the
conversation in St. Botolph's about it; all you said to
her; all she said to you. So you and I were the
turtle-doves! No wonder you 'fair shook with laughin'!'
Good old Sarah! I wonder whether she has 'gone to a
chicken' for god-papa. Oh, no! I believe I sent him a
turkey.
"There are the 'waits' under the portico. '_Hark the herald
angels sing!_'
"I hope they won't wake my sleeping family, or there will
be a premature feeling in stockings. These self-same
'waits' woke me at midnight when I was six years old. I
felt in my stocking, though I knew I ought not to do so
until morning. I drew out something which rattled
deliciously in the darkness. A little round box, filled
with 'hundreds and thousands.' Do you know those tiny,
coloured goodies? I poured them into my eager little palm.
I clapped it to my mouth, as I sat up in my cot, in the
dark. I shall never forget that first scrunch. They were
mixed beads!
"Moral....
"No, you will draw a better moral than I. My morals usually
work out the wrong way.
"I must finish this letter on Boxing-day. Christmas-day
will be very full, with a Christmas-tree and all sorts of
plans for these little children of other people.
"Well the mail does not go until the 26th, and I shall like
to have written to you on _our_ three special
days--Christmas-eve, Christmas-day, and Boxing-day.
"Good-night, David."
CHAPTER XXVII
A QUESTION OF CONSCIENCE
"Boxing-day.
"Well, my dear David, all our festivities are over, and,
having piloted our party safely into the calm waters of
Boxing-day afternoon, I am free to retire to the library,
and resume my talk with you.
"What a wonderful season is Christmas! It seems to
represent words entirely delightful. Light, warmth, gifts,
open hearts, open hands, goodwill--and, I suppose the
children would add: turkey, mince-pies, and plum-pudding.
Well, why not? I am by no means ashamed of looking forward
to my Christmas turkey; in fact I once mentioned it in a
vestry as an alluring prospect, to a stern young man in a
cassock! I must have had the courage of my convictions!
"No, the fact of the matter is, I was very young then,
David; very crude; altogether inexperienced. You would find
me older now; mellowed, I hope; matured. Family cares have
aged me.
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