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Our Christmas In A Palace - A Traveller's Story
Our Christmas In A Palace A Traveller's Story Author:Edward Everett Hale CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. PAGE Theodora Bourn and Jane Marhill.. ........................ 7 CHAPTER 11. Paul Decker and Theodora Bourn. ........................... 23 CHAPTER 111. Snow-bound-Nahum Barrows Revenge.. ................... 48 CHAPTER IV. Paul Deckers Story-Hands Off-Lulus Doll.. ............... 72 CHAPTER V. Christmas Eve.. ................. more »............................. I03 CHAPTER VI. The Committees Report and what followed.. .................. 106 Christmas Morning-Christmas in Cooney Camp-Christmas at Valley Forge. ........................................... 109 CHAPTER VIII. FIepzibahs Turkeys-Ideals-Nothing to Give.. ............... 175 ti CONTENTS. CHAPTER IX. PAGE General Washingtons Pig.. . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . 246 CHAPTER THE LAST. Paul Deckers Reflections-Breakfast . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 264 OUR CHRISTMAS IN A PALACE. CHAPTER I. THEODORA BOURN AND JANE MARHILL. COME out and walk, Mary we shall have f l l l l twenty minutes. The conductor says fifteen, and j70u may be sure we shall not start till two. Mary was glad enough to join him. As she crowded by the stove and porters seat, at the. end of the car, she proposed that he should ask little Black Ribbons to join them, and he did so. He went back to the place where Black Ribbons was sitting alone, touched his hat, and said My wife is going to take a walk on the platform. Will you not join us They had exchanged civilities with Black Ribbons before. But she was shy. They were happy in the joy of their wedding journey. Her seat was three, . quite at one encl of the Pullman, and theirs was 4 4 twenty-one to twenty-four, quite at the other. hiary had offered her cold coffee at lunch and she had declined. The walk, therefore, was the first successful effort at anything like intimacy. Look there, said ecto, and he kicked with his foot an ingot of silver, which lay as heavy and motion less under the blow as if it had been spiked to the plank on which they stood. If we were dishonest, we could hardly get that off-all three of us. And now the expressmen leave these three blocks, trusting not in our honesty, not in law or sheriff, not in any All-Seeing Eye, but simply in the dead weight of silver. That is the way of the world. The way of what world The way of this world. What I mean is that heavy people and things-people with much specific gravity-are let alone and prosper, as if dead weight were a merit, while light and airy people like us three, and elegant things like that silver when it shall have been drawn into threads, and moulded into butterflies for breast-pins, have to be watched and tended and daintily lifted from place to place. Now, there is our Caesar Ganymede, the Pullman porter, sadly looking upon you now, he is so afraid you will be left, Mary. 9 I You would like to go as freight said Mary. Not quite that. For then they would lay me on my back, and put two tea-chests on me, and a log of red-wood on them, and these ingots of silver on them, and lock the car door for ten days. You would arrive breathless, like a messenger in a novel. Yes, and iny clothes would need brushing. But we might all three have been sent not as freight, but as parcels, by Adamss Express. We could have been tied up in brown paper, like dolls...« less