"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!"
Oh come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant;
("One of those bells is dreadfully cracked.")
Oh, come ye, oh, come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold Him born the King of angels;
Come and behold Him born the King of angels;
("Sounds awful pretty, though, don't it?")
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
Oh come, let us adore Him,
Oh come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
"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!
