The Christmas Story from David Harum

er wraps and her bundle. "Set right here by the fire while I take these things of your'n into the kitchen to dry 'em out. I'll be right back"; and she bustled out

was real pleased when David said you was goin' to be here to dinner. An' my! how well you're lookin'-more like Cynthy Sweetland tha

't look much like Cynthy Sweetland, if I do feel twenty years younger 'n I did a while ago; an' I have ben cryin', I allow, but no

got his own ways, I'll allow, but down at bottom, an' all through, I know the' ain't no better man livin'. No, ma'am, the' ain't, an' what he's ben to me, Cynthy Cullom, nobody knows but me-an'-an'-mebbe the Lord-though I hev seen the time," she said tentatively, "when it seemed to me 't I knowed more about my affairs 'n He did," and she looked doubtfully at her

talking about ourselves to a sympathetic listener like Aunt Polly, whose interjections pointed and i

ev told ye ye needn't hev worried yourself a mite. He wouldn't never have taken your prop'ty, more'n he'd r