Contrary Mary
Tower Rooms; and in Which Roger Declin
tree. It was just a fir plume, but it was gay with tinsel and spicy
ownstairs. Aunt Frances, having delayed her trip abroad until January, was coming; and ex
not a butterfly, and I shouldn't have joined you on Thanksgiving night. W
charmed them. Hence they grew, as the days went on, to know him as quiet, self-contained man, whose eyes burned now an
lle went to him for advice. He had such an attentive manner, and wh
ll, he avoided Delilah Jeliffe, although that persistent young person
she said, "and when he i
o up?" Delilah's
Mary, "Wh
ked at me as he looked at you on Thanksgiving ni
ole," she said, "and he's a gentleman. But
ught of him, but only with a little wonder-for Mary was as yet unawakened-Porter's passionate
r as Susan deposited her burden, "the mountain had to come to Mahomet. An
"You are like the spirit of
I've had this for ages, but I like it--" She broke off to say, wistfull
stletoe over the door, was
w with my little tree, I shall for
I had to hunt a lot before I found the wax angel. It needed such a little one-but I always want one on my tree. Whe
your good will, I shall feel th
d you are here. Even Barry, and Barry hated the ide
," he said. "He i
d he's spoiled. Everybody's too good to him. Mother was-and father, though father tried n
hs, had departed, and was not there to
nd you?"
Big Sister-and sometimes I'm afraid I'm more
face of a man who had listened to many confidences, and
r family have been lawyers, But Barry won't study, and he has taken a p
ered, and begge
n the Treasury Department-but there's this difference, your brother's life is before
an that-you c
y n
the man of our family-and Barry and Constanc
other night on the stairs, that the worl
have to fight for what you get. But I
laugh. "Does Barry know
etimes. And he doesn't know that it is because I care s
s. "Perhaps if you weren't s
oo good to him. And when I try to counteract it,
uition he was aware that her burden was
er hand. "Thank you so much
d and stood loo
hen you need to talk things out-
g up the stairs, and Barry whir
ts because you aren't down. You know she always has fits when things are delaye
Leila, shook his head. "I don't deserve to
y childish way; "we'd love to have you down.
outed a
you crazy about him? Tell me
ipper toes almost crowed with delight
o where she stoo
'm going to kiss you. It's my ancient and hereditary privilege-isn't it, Poole? It's
xpostulated, "b
tle hands held him off, her face was whit
ped her
his laughter gone. "You're like a li
ed her away as quickly as he had come, and Mary, f
am going to church in the morning-the six o'clock service. It's lovely wi
and lest she should think him unappreci
t?" She was plainly troubled for him. "Don't you believe in the ang
dully, "I do
as mean to you? What can it mean to anybody who do
out of all my unbelief-I believe in you-in your friendlin
ot been thrilled by such a tribute. So she blushed
the Tower Rooms were upon her. As if the loneliness and sadness of Roge
rocade, was presiding over a mountainous pile of white bo
as Mary entered, "I wonder if yo
"Is this a merry Christmas or a Contrary-Mary Christmas? You
face. He saw it and was jealously unhappy. What
d in the darkness Mary struck the first
lness, little stars shone out upon the
ains. Outside the world was wrapped in snow. The lights from the lower windows sh
a big city, and his soul was in the words. And when he knelt to pray, it seemed to him that the whole world pra
t he was making them believe. That he was bringing to them the assurance which possessed his own soul-and again there were
aded panes. He was alone in the dimness, and he stood in the pulpit and looked around at the empty pews. Then the light went out behind the windows,
General Dick's breathy tenor, Aunt Isabelle's quaver, Aunt Frances' dominant note-with Susan Jenks and
Claus, handing out the parcels
ipperies from Grace Clendenning in Paris, while Aunt Frances had
ifts of gloves and silk stockings and slipper buckles and bea
s a quaint ring set with ros
it, exclaimed at its beaut
was, but gave no f
o an old French family. My grandfather met her when he was in the dipl
rter-it mustn't bind me to a
a penny ring out of my popcorn bag? You didn't think that ring tied yo
and when he said "Good-night,"
his be the merries
o see. "Oh, Porter," she wailed, "I'm missing Constance dreadfully-it isn't Christmas-
Mary-if you'd only let
. "I didn't mean t
r a silence, "Shall you go to
es
y I
. Barry's
u won't let me go
ys goes. He used to do it to please mot
stay with you to-night, then there will be four of us, and I
alk. It's so lov
e to as
friends; and Mary, returning to join the others, pondered, a little wistfully, on the fact
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