by Eleanor H. Porter (Author)

"'Tain't more 'n a month ter Christmas, Lyddy Ann; did ye know it?" said the old man, settling back in his chair with a curiously resigned sigh. "Yes, I know, Samuel," returned his wife, sending a swift glance over the top of her glasses. If Samuel Bertram noticed the glance he made no sign. "Hm!" he murmured. "I've got ten neckerchiefs now. How many crocheted bed-slippers you got?--eh?"

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