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 "That one! I'd Master Hoagland Driggs, Junior him, if he was mine!" she said, severely.

"Listen, Lizzie! St. Stephen's chimes! It must be midnight!"

("One of those bells is dreadfully cracked.")

("Sounds awful pretty, though, don't it?")

"Merry Christmas, Lizzie," Kate said, smiling, with wet eyes.

"M-merry— Oh, dear!"

"Everything's done. Doesn't it look wonderful? I can hardly wait to see the children's faces in the morning!