4/11 It is so swathed in green boughs and decorations that its poor round face is almost hidden, and I'm really too tired to go close enough to find out." "It's five minutes past four o'clock," informed Gertrude, glancing at the tiny watch pinned to her waist. I have a hundred things to do before to-night." "Where's Ruth ?" asked Grace. "I haven't seen either of you lately except at an aggravating distance." Arline's baby face hardened. |