On Christmas day in the evening . silence, for a little, after that, in themusing way of those who have muchto think about. And by and byFather Fernald pulled out his watchand scanned it by the wavering light. Bless my soul! he cried. Itsclose on to twelve oclock! Youchildren ought to be in bed —oughtnt they, Mother? There was a murmur of laughterround the group, for John Fernaldwas looking at his wife over his spec-tacles in just the quizzical way hissons and daughters well remembered. I suppose they ought, John,she responded, smiling at him. Butyou might let them sit up a littlelonger — just
On Christmas day in the evening . silence, for a little, after that, in themusing way of those who have muchto think about. And by and byFather Fernald pulled out his watchand scanned it by the wavering light. Bless my soul! he cried. Itsclose on to twelve oclock! Youchildren ought to be in bed —oughtnt they, Mother? There was a murmur of laughterround the group, for John Fernaldwas looking at his wife over his spec-tacles in just the quizzical way hissons and daughters well remembered. I suppose they ought, John,she responded, smiling at him. Butyou might let them sit up a littlelonger — just this once. He looked them over once more —It was the hundredth time his eyeshad gone round the circle that was a goodly array of manhoodand womanhood for a father to lookat and call his own — even WilliamSewall, the brother of his sons seemed to belong to him gave him back his proud andtender glance, every one of them,and his heart was very full. As fortheir mother — but her eyes hadgone down. Well, he said, leaning over to ,- _clasp her hand in his own, as she sat W^next him, I guess maybe, just this -^5once, it wont do any harm to let emstay up a little late. Theyre gettingpretty big, now. . And itsChristmas Night.
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