Then he
passed her along to Freckles and the Angel to whom her greetings were
mingled with scolding and laughter over her wind-blown hair.
"No doubt I'm a precious spectacle!" she said to the Angel. "I saw
your pa a little before I started, and he sent you a note. It's in my
satchel. He said he was coming up next week. What a lot of people there
are in this world! And what on earth are all of them laughing about? Did
none of them ever hear of sickness, or sorrow, or death? Billy, don't
you go to playing Indian or chasing woodchucks until you get out of
those clothes. I promised Margaret I'd bring back that suit good as
new."
Then the O'More children came crowding to meet Elnora's mother.
"Merry Christmas!" cried Mrs. Comstock, gathering them in. "Got
everything right here but the tree, and there seems to be plenty of them
a little higher up. If this wind would stiffen just enough more to blow
away the people, so one could see this place, I believe it would be
right decent looking."
"See here," whispered Elnora to Philip. "You must fix this with Billy. I
can't have his trip spoiled."
"Now, here is where I dust the rest of 'em!" complacently remarked
Mrs. Comstock, as she climbed into the motor car for her first ride, in
company with Philip and Little Brother. "I have been the one to trudge
the roads and hop out of the way of these things for quite a spell."
She sat very erect as the car rolled into the broad main avenue, where
only stray couples were walking.
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