He took up our life just as though he had left it the day before yesterday--just the same sun-glazed hairy red giant, noisy, laughter-loving and voracious.

Susan went about clapping her hands the day he arrived and shouting that Christmas had already begun.
The first thing he did was to clamour for Adrian, the man of fame.

But the three Bolderos were not coming till the twenty-fourth.

Adrian was making one last glorious spurt, so Doria said, in order to finish the great book before Christmas.

We had not seen much of them during the autumn.