All the news when we meet.
Your sincere friend, Tom Temple.
P.S .-- I might say that most of the guests will arrive on Christmas Eve.
"Just the very thing," I exclaimed.

"I had been wondering what to do and where to go this Christmas time, and this invitation comes in splendidly." Tom Temple lived in Yorkshire, at a fine old country house some distance from the metropolis of that county, and was a really good fellow.

As for his mother and sisters, I knew but little about them, but I judged from the letters his mother wrote him when at school, that she must be a true, kind-hearted, motherly woman.
I accordingly turned to my desk, wrote to Tom, telling him to expect me on the 24th inst., and then, without finishing my breakfast, endeavoured to go on with my work.

It was very difficult, however.

My thoughts were ever running away to Yorkshire, and on the pleasant time I hoped to spend.