He seemed to take Carlia with him, for she also stood looking at him with her shining eyes.
"Well, Carlia," he said, "go get your breakfast, and I'll finish my errand.

You see, the storm stopped the mail carrier and me and we had to put up at your neighbour's last night.

There I found three children greatly disappointed in not having their usual Christmas tree.

I promised I would get them one this morning, and that's what I was out for when I saw you.

You know, Carlia, it's Christmas Eve this morning, if you'll allow that contradiction." "Yes, I know." "I'll come back for you.