Even grandmother joined in the merriment, and aunty came over from her corner to ask what it was all about.
"I have finished my story," she said.

"I am so glad." "And when, oh, when will you read it ?" cried the children.
"On the evening of the twenty-second of December.

I fixed that while I was writing it, for that was the day it happened on," said aunty.

"That will be next Monday, and this is Friday.

Not so very long to wait.