Dared we venture for thee an encouraging word, it would be "Every cloud has a silver lining." Christmas eve was a scene of stir and excitement.

Though work was done in a systematic manner, the unusual tasks of labor and love were hurrying upon each other with increasing rapidity.

The servant's hall was not to be passed over at this joyous time.

Everyone, both family and servants, shared in the festivity.

How the graceful form of Mary Douglas flew from room to room, arranging some pleasing surprise, planning some little act of courtesy or civility.