"Oh, Eena, please will you say to Oteo we want the tree from the wood-shed--in the dining-room." The little maid hesitated. Her mistress smiled and added a few words in foreign tongue. The girl disappeared. "Every window gets a holly wreath," the Doctor said. "They're in a box outside in the wood-shed." "Look what I've got," said the Big Business Man, and produced from his pocket a little folded object which he opened triumphantly into a long serpent of filigree red paper on a string with little red and green paper bells hanging from it. "Across the doorway," he added, waving his hand. A moment after there came a stamping of feet on the porch outside, and then the banging of an outer door. A young man and girl burst into the room, kicking the snow from their feet and laughing. The youth carried two pairs of ice-skates slung over his shoulder; as he entered the room he flung them clattering to the floor. The girl, even at first glance, was extraordinarily pretty. She was small and very slender of build. She wore stout high-laced tan shoes, a heavy woollen skirt that fell to her shoe-tops and a short, belted coat, with a high collar buttoned tight about her throat. She was covered now with snow. Her face and the locks of hair that strayed from under her knitted cap were soaking wet. "He threw me down," she appealed to the others. "I didn't--she fell." "You did; into the snow you threw me--off the road." She laughed. "But I am learning to skate." "She fell three times," said her companion accusingly. "Twice only, it was," the girl corrected. She pulled off her cap, and a great mass of black hair came tumbling down about her shoulders. Lylda, from her chair before the fire, smiled mischievously. "Aura, my sister," she said in a tone of gentle reproof. "So immodest it is to show all that hair." The girl in confusion began gathering it up. "Don't you let her tease you, Aura," said the Big Business Man. "It's very beautiful hair." "Where's Loto?" asked the Very Young Man, pulling off his hat and coat. "In bed--see his stocking there." A childish treble voice was calling from upstairs. "Good night, Aura--good night, my friend Jack." "Good night, old man--see you to-morrow," the Very Young Man called back in answer. "You mustn't make so much noise," the Doctor said reprovingly. "He'll never get to sleep." "No, you mustn't," the Big Business Man agreed. "To-morrow's a very very big day for him." "Some Christmas," commented the Very Young Man looking around. "Where's the holly and stuff?" "Oh, we've got it all right, don't you worry," said the Banker. "And mistletoe," said Lylda, twinkling. "For you, Jack." Eena again stood in the doorway and said something to her mistress. "The tree is ready," said Lylda. The Chemist rose to his feet. "Come on, everybody; let's go trim it."