Christmas

ring her wild flower bed was made. Two weeks later she had there a great patch of purple violets. And all Old Trail Town,

e the luckiest woman alive. If a miracle was bo

Mary wrote to Jenny Wing. "These come

wrote back. "They do come

eighbours, "you'll be having roses bloom in your y

knew that. But I'll take the roses, though, if they come

er head, stooped beside the violets and loosened the earth about them with her who

ck of the air all the time-and it could come

as if not only Spring, but new life, or some other holy thing were nea

il Town ask

thing-and yet you know she won't never keep Christmas at all. No,