"Yes, I have coffee. Though it's a wonder I remembered to go to the grocer today. Gee, Theresa, it's darn nice of you to do this. It's terribly cold out, isn't it? I was just looking out the window a minute ago and I thought it looked positively freezing."
"Yeh, it's kind of cold," said Hymie.
"Well, thank God for steam heat," Lillian went on. "I was just thinking before you came how cold it use to be in our house on Christmas morning when I was a kid. We had stoves, you know, one in every room, but sometimes they weren't so good and us kids used to freeze to death looking at our toys. There wasn't a lot to look at, but you know when you're a kid Christmas seems important and you think it's a great day."
"Yeh, I know," said Theresa.
"Say, Theresa, did you sing 'Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem' in school when you were a kid? You know what I mean, around Christmas time. I was just thinking of that song a little while ago."
"Sure, we sang it."
"So did we," said Hymie.
"It goes 'Oh, little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie'—"
Lillian began to sing and the others joined her. Over the little green table in Lillian's kitchen far into the night they recalled Christmas songs and exchanged stories of long-forgotten Christmases.
When it was very late and the Mosses were sure that Lillian was very sleepy, they left her. She heard their cold motor object strenuously to such treatment but at last agree to take them home. Lillian undressed
