CHAPTER IX.
It had been Bubbles' happy idea that the children of the tiny hamlet which lay half-a-mile from Wyndfell Hall, should have a Christmas tree.
Hers, also, that the treat for the children was to be combined with the distribution of a certain amount of coal and of other creature comforts to the older folk.
All the arrangements with regard to this double function had been made before the party at Wyndfell Hall had been gathered together.

But still, there were all sorts of last things to be thought of, and Lionel Varick and Bubbles became quite chummy over the affair.
Blanche Farrow was secretly amused to note with what zest her friend threw himself into the role of country squire.

She thought it a trifle absurd, the more so that, as a matter of fact, the people of Wyndfell Green were not his tenants, for he had only a life interest in the house itself.

But Varick was determined to have a good, old-fashioned country Christmas; and he was seconded in his desire not only by Bubbles, but by Helen Brabazon, who entered into everything with an almost childish eagerness.

Indeed, the doings on Christmas Day brought her and Bubbles together, too.