CHRISTMAS DAY AT EUGENIA'S "Although this is only the twenty-fourth of December, my Christmas has already begun," wrote Mary in her diary next day; "for this morning when I looked out of the window everything was white with snow.

It has been so long since I have seen such a sight, all the roofs and chimney tops a-glisten, that I could hardly keep away from the window long enough to dress.
"Phil stayed quite late last night.

Just as he was leaving, Mrs.Boyd and Miss Lucy came home, and of course we had to stay up a little while longer to meet them.

By the time Joyce had turned the davenport in the studio into a bed for me, it was past midnight, and I couldn't go to sleep for hours.

There was so much to think about.
"The next thing I knew I smelled coffee, and heard Joyce whistling just as she used to at home when she was getting breakfast, and I didn't waste many minutes in going out to her in that cunning kitchenette.