Now what do you think of this, Mary ?' Lydia still held up the coat, and at length persuaded the old man to don it.

The effect upon his appearance was remarkable; conscious of it, he held himself more upright and stumped to the little square of looking-glass to try and regard himself.

Here he furtively brushed a hand over his eyes.
'I'm ready, Mary, my dear; I'm ready! It's no good saying anything to girls like these.

Good-bye, Lyddy; good-bye, Thyrza.

May you have a many happy Christmas, children! This isn't the first as you've made a happy one for me.' Lydia went down to the door and watched the two till they were lost in darkness.