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“By no means,” said Josie quickly, with a little red spot on either cheek. “Our dinner is all ready–turkey, pudding and all. Let us lend it to you. Don’t say a word to your uncle about the accident.”

Alexina flushed and hesitated. “It’s very kind of you,” she stammered, “but I’m afraid–it would be too much–“

“Not a bit of it,” Josie interrupted warmly. “Didn’t Duncan and I have Christmas dinner at your house last year? Just come and help us carry it over.”

“If you lend us your dinner you and Duncan must come and help us eat it,” said Alexina, resolutely.

“I’ll come of course,” said Josie, “and I think that Duncan will too if–if–” She looked at Stephen, the scarlet spots deepening. Stephen coloured too.

“Duncan must come,” he said quietly. “I’ll go and ask him.”

Two minutes later a peculiar procession marched out of the Tracy kitchen door, across the two yards, and into the Falsom house. Josie headed it, carrying a turkey on a platter. Alexina came next with a plum pudding. Stephen and Duncan followed with a hot mince pie apiece. And in a few more minutes Alexina gravely announced to Uncle James that dinner was ready.

The dinner was a pronounced success, marked by much suppressed hilarity among the younger members of the party. Uncle James ate very heartily and seemed to enjoy everything, especially the mince pie.

“This is the best mince pie I have ever sampled,” he told Alexina. “I am glad to know that I have a niece who can make such a mince pie.” Alexina cast an agonized look at Josie, and was on the point of explaining that she wasn’t the maker of the pie. But Josie frowned her into silence.

“I felt so guilty to sit there and take the credit–your credit,” she told Josie afterwards, as they washed up the dishes.

“Nonsense,” said Josie. “It wasn’t as if you couldn’t make mince pies. Your mince pies are better than mine, if it comes to that. It might have spoiled everything if you’d said a word. I must go home now. Won’t you and Stephen come over after your uncle goes, and spend the evening with us? We’ll have a candy pull.”

When Josie and Duncan had gone, Uncle James called his nephew and niece into the parlour, and sat down before them with approving eyes. “I want to have a little talk with you two. I’m sorry I’ve let so many years go by without making your acquaintance, because you seem worth getting acquainted with. Now, what are your plans for the future?”

“I’m going into a lumber mill at Lessing and Alexina is going into the T. Morson store,” said Stephen quietly.

“Tut, tut, no, you’re not. And she’s not. You’re coming to live with me, both of you. If you have a fancy for cutting and carving people up, young man, you must be trained to cut and carve them scientifically, anyhow. As for you, Alexina, Stephen tells me you can sing. Well, there’s a good Conservatory of Music in town. Wouldn’t you rather go there instead of behind a counter?”

“Oh, Uncle James!” exclaimed Alexina with shining eyes. She jumped up, put her arms about Uncle James’ neck and kissed him.

Uncle James said, “Tut, tut,” again, but he liked it.

When Stephen had seen his uncle off on the six o’clock train he returned home and looked at the radiant Alexina.

“Well, you made your favourable impression, all right, didn’t you?” he said gaily. “But we owe it to Josie Tracy. Isn’t she a brick? I suppose you’re going over this evening?”

“Yes, I am. I’m so tired that I feel as if I couldn’t crawl across the yard, but if I can’t you’ll have to carry me. Go I will. I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am about everything, but really the fact that you and Duncan and Josie and I are good friends again seems the best of all. I’m glad that tramp stole the dinner and I hope he enjoyed it. I don’t grudge him one single bite!”