MRS.

GRAY'S CHRISTMAS CHILDREN "If this isn't like old times, then nothing ever will be!" exclaimed David Nesbit, beaming on Anne Pierson, who was busy pouring tea for the "Eight Originals" in Mrs.Gray's comfortable library.
"Old times!" exclaimed Hippy Wingate, accepting his teacup with a flourish that threatened to send its contents into the lap of Nora O'Malley, who sat beside him on the big leather davenport.

"It takes me back to the days when I had only to lift my hand and say, 'Table, prepare thyself,' and some one of these fair damsels immediately invited me to a banquet.

Gone are the days when I waxed fat and prosperous.

Now I am thin and pale, a victim of adversity." "I think you look stouter than ever," declared Nora cruelly.