Why, I never saw such a--" "It is the yule log, miss.

Ay, and you might go all round England, and not find its fellow, I trow.

But our Squire he don't go to the chandler's shop for his yule log, but to his own woods, and fells a great tree." A housemaid now came forward with bed candles, to show Miss Carden to her room.

Grace was going up, as a matter of course, when Jael, busy helping the footman with her boxes, called after her: "The stocking, miss! the stocking!" Grace looked down at her feet in surprise.
"There it is, hung up by the door.

We must put our presents into it before we go upstairs." "Must we?
what on earth am I to give ?" "Oh, any thing will do.