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“Oh, I don’t want her intimate at Lewis’s,” said the Doctor, and immediately he came out behind his wife.

“There; run away to school, Dolly,” he said. “Don’t trouble your mother; you don’t want to go to parties; why, it’s foolish to think of it. Run away now, and don’t think any more about it–there’s a good girl!”

Dolly turned and went back to school, the tears freezing on her cheek as she went. As for not thinking any more about it–that was impossible.

When three o’clock came, scholar after scholar rose and departed, until at last Dolly was the only one remaining in the school-room.

When Dolly came home that night the coast was clear, and the candles were finished and put away to harden in a freezing cold room; the kitchen was once more restored, and Nabby bustled about getting supper as if nothing had happened.

“I really feel sorry about poor little Dolly,” said Mrs. Cushing to her husband.

“Do you think she cared much?” asked the Doctor, looking as if a new possibility had struck his mind.

“Yes, indeed, poor child, she went away crying; but what could I do about it? I couldn’t stop to dress her.”

“Wife, we must take her somewhere to make up for it,” said the Doctor.

Just then the stage stopped at the door and a bundle from Boston was handed in. Dolly’s tears were soon wiped and dried, and her mourning was turned into joy when a large jointed London doll emerged from the bundle, the Christmas gift of her grandmother in Boston.

Dolly’s former darling was old and shabby, but this was of twice the size, and with cheeks exhibiting a state of the most florid health.

Besides this there was, as usual in grandmamma’s Christmas bundle, something for every member of the family; and so the evening went on festive wings.

Poor little Dolly! only that afternoon she had watered with her tears, at school, the dismal long straight seam, which stretched on before her as life sometimes does to us, bare, disagreeable and cheerless. She had come home crying, little dreaming of the joy just approaching; but before bed-time no cricket in the hearth was cheerier or more noisy. She took the new dolly to bed with her, and could hardly sleep, for the excitement of her company.

Meanwhile, Hiel had brought the Doctor a message to the following effect:

“I was drivin’ by Tim Hawkins’, and Mis’ Hawkins she comes out and says they’re goin’ to hev an apple-cuttin’ there to-morrow night, and she would like to hev you and Mis’ Cushin’ and all your folks come–Nabby and all.”

The Doctor and his lady of course assented.

“Wal, then, Doctor–ef it’s all one to you,” continued Hiel, “I’d like to take ye over in my new double sleigh. I’ve jest got two new strings o’ bells up from Boston, and I think we’ll sort o’ make the snow fly. S’pose there’d be no objections to takin’ my mother ‘long with ye?”

“Oh, Hiel, we shall be delighted to go in company with your mother, and we’re ever so much obliged to you,” said Mrs. Cushing.

“Wal, I’ll be round by six o’clock,” said Hiel.

“Then, wife,” said the Doctor, “we’ll take Dolly, and make up for the loss of her party.”

Punctually at six, Hiel’s two horses, with all their bells jingling, stood at the door of the parsonage, whence Tom and Bill, who had been waiting with caps and mittens on for the last half hour, burst forth with irrepressible shouts of welcome.

“Take care now, boys; don’t haul them buffalo skins out on t’ the snow,” said Hiel. “Don’t get things in a muss gen’ally; wait for your ma and the Doctor. Got to stow the grown folks in fust; boys kin hang on anywhere.”

And so first came Mrs. Cushing and the Doctor, and were installed on the back seat, with Dolly in between. Then hot bricks were handed in to keep feet warm, and the buffalo robe was tucked down securely. Then Nabby took her seat by Hiel in front, and the sleigh drove round for old Mrs. Jones. The Doctor insisted on giving up his place to her and tucking her warmly under the buffalo robe, while he took the middle seat and acted as moderator between the boys, who were in a wild state of hilarity. Spring, with explosive barks, raced first on this and then on that side of the sleigh as it flew swiftly over the smooth frozen road.

The stars blinked white and clear out of a deep blue sky, and the path wound up-hill among cedars and junipers and clumps of mountain laurel, on whose broad green leaves the tufts of snow lay like clusters of white roses. The keen clear air was full of stimulus and vigor; and so Hiel’s proposition to take the longest way met with enthusiastic welcome from all the party. Next to being a bird, and having wings, is the sensation of being borne over the snow by a pair of spirited horses who enjoy the race, apparently, as much as those they draw. Though Hiel contrived to make the ride about eight miles, it yet seemed but a short time before the party drove up to the great red farmhouse, whose lighted windows sent streams of radiant welcome far out into the night.

Our little Dolly had had an evening of unmixed bliss. Everybody had petted her, and talked to her, and been delighted with her sayings and doings, and she was carrying home a paper parcel of sweet things which good Mrs. Hawkins had forced into her hand at parting. She had spent a really happy Christmas!