CHAPTER XII.
A CHRISTMAS ADVENTURE.
"With bolted doors and windows wedged, The care was all in vain; For there were noises in the night Which nothing could explain." GRANDMAMMA AND THE FAIRIES The children had gone quietly to bed the evening before when grandmother had finished the reading of her story.

They just kissed her and said, "Thank you, _dear_ grandmother," and that was all.

But it was all she wanted.
"I felt, you know," said Molly to Sylvia when they were dressing the next morning, "I felt a sort of feeling as if I'd been in church when the music was _awfully_ lovely.

A beautiful feeling, but strange too, you know, Sylvia?
_Particularly_ as Uncle Jack died too.

When did he die?
Do you know, Sylvia?
Was it at that place ?" "What place ?" said Sylvia curtly.