But the old lady's words had opened up a vista that set her to day-dreaming.
If by the road or by the hill or by the far seaway "he" should really come, some day, then of course the Christmases they would spend together would be happier than this.

Jack had always said that she would have her "innings" when she was a grandmother.

All her life Mary had been dreaming romances about other people, now in a vague sweet way those dreams began to centre around herself.
It was almost dark when they left the train.

Phil was at the station to meet them with a sleigh and a team of spirited black horses.
"Oh, sleighbells!" sighed Joyce, ecstatically, as she climbed into the back seat beside Betty.

"I haven't been behind any since I left Plainsville.