CHRISTMAS WITH JUDGE It was Christmas Eve, and the great soft flakes of snow that fell continuously gave every indication of a white Christmas.

The north wind howled and blustered through the tree tops, making the judge and his young guests congratulate themselves on being safely sheltered from the storm.
The day had been clear and cold, and the entire party had driven on bob-sleds to the strip of woods just outside the town, where the boys had cut down a Christmas tree, and had brought it triumphantly home, while the girls had piled the sleds with evergreens and ground pine.

On the return a stop had been made at the market, and great quantities of holly had been bought.

Even the sprig of mistletoe for the chandelier in the hall had not been forgotten.
"We'll hurry up and get everything ready before the judge comes in," planned Grace.

"We'll put this mistletoe right here, and Nora, you must see to it that you lead him over until he stands directly under it.