And then how, on Christmas morning, there was a lovely new snow on the ground, and Mr.
Easterbrook came with a perfectly lovely sleigh and two horses to take Mother and me to ride, and what a splendid time we had, and how lovely Mother looked with her red cheeks and bright eyes, and how, when we got home, Mr.Easterbrook said we looked more like sisters than mother and daughter, and wasn't that nice of him.

Of course, I told a little more about Mr.Easterbrook, too, so Father'd know who he was--a new friend of Mother's that I'd never known till I came back this time, and how he was very rich and a most estimable man.

That Aunt Hattie said so.
Then I told him that in the afternoon another gentleman came and took us to a perfectly beautiful concert.

And I finished up by telling about the Christmas party in the evening, and how lovely the house looked, and Mother, and that they said I looked nice, too.
And that was all.

And when I had got it done, I saw that I had written a long letter, a great long letter.