Of course Aunt
Ella is coming?"
"Certainly," answered his mother. "I understand that the author has been
stopping with her since the reception."
"I shall invite five friends," said Quincy, "and you may depend upon
me."
To his mother's surprise he gave her a slight embrace, a light kiss upon
her cheek, and was gone.
The sun showed its cheerful face on Christmas morning. The snow that
fell a fortnight previous had been washed away by continued heavy rains.
A cold wind, biting, but healthful, quickened the pulse and brought
roses to the cheeks of holiday pedestrians.
The programme for the meals on Christmas day had been arranged by Mrs.
Sawyer as follows: Breakfast at nine, dinner at one, and a light supper
at six. It had always been the rule in the Sawyer family to exchange
Christmas gifts at the breakfast hour. Quincy was present, and his
father, mother, and sisters thanked him for the valuable presents that
bore his card. Father, mother, and sisters, on their part, had not
forgotten Quincy, and the reunited family had the most enjoyable time
that they had experienced for a year.
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