Chapter XX—Christmas Fun

Aunt Penelope was right—the day before Christmas was an awful day for hurry. Everyone simply flew, and almost every six seconds Amy would come in to tell of someone she’d forgotten to remember, Ito would appear to say that someone was wanted by someone at the telephone, and Evelyn would say: “Another pot of poinsettias and ferns. Where _shall_ I tell Jane to put it?” There were lots of roses too, and they made the whole place fragrant and beautiful. In the hall there were millions of packages, unopened cards on a t…