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In the entry, where she took off her things, there was a great litter of evergreen and hemlock; in the farthest corner, lopped pitifully over on its side, was a fine hemlock-tree. Lucretia looked at it, and her smiling face grew a little serious.

“That the Christmas-tree out there?” she said to the other girls when she went into the school-room. The teacher had not come, and there was such an uproar and jubilation that she could hardly make herself heard. She had to poke one of the girls two or three times before she could get her question answered.

“What did you say, Lucretia Raymond?” she asked.

“That the Christmas-tree out there?”

“Course ’tis. Say, Lucretia, can’t you come this evening and help trim? the boys are a-going to set up the tree, and we’re going to trim. Say, can’t you come?”

Then the other girls joined in: “Can’t you come, Lucretia?–say, can’t you?”

Lucretia looked at them all, with her honest smile. “I don’t believe I can,” said she.

“Won’t they let you?–won’t your aunts let you?”

“Don’t believe they will.”

Alma Ford stood back on her heels and threw back her chin. “Well, I don’t care,” said she. “I think your aunts are awful mean–so there!”

Lucretia’s face got pinker, and the laugh died out of it. She opened her lips, but before she had a chance to speak, Lois Green, who was one of the older girls, and an authority in the school, added her testimony. “They are two mean, stingy old maids,” she proclaimed; “that’s what they are.”

“They’re not neither,” said Lucretia, unexpectedly. “You sha’n’t say such things about my aunts, Lois Green.”

“Oh, you can stick up for ’em if you want to,” returned Lois, with cool aggravation. “If you want to be such a little gump, you can, an’ nobody’ll pity you. You know you won’t get a single thing on this Christmas-tree.”

“I will, too,” cried Lucretia, who was fiery, with all her sweetness.

“You won’t.”

“You see if I don’t, Lois Green.”

“You won’t.”

All through the day it seemed to her, the more she thought of it, that she must go with the others to trim the school-house, and she must have something on the Christmas-tree. A keen sense of shame for her aunts and herself was over her; she felt as if she must keep up the family credit.

“I wish I could go to trim this evening,” she said to Alma, as they were going home after school.

“Don’t you believe they’ll let you?”

“I don’t believe they’ll ‘prove of it,” Lucretia answered, with dignity.

“Say, Lucretia, do you s’pose it would make any difference if my mother should go up to your house an’ ask your aunts?”

Lucretia gave her a startled look: a vision of her aunt’s indignation at such interference shot before her eyes. “Oh, I don’t believe it would do a mite of good,” said she, fervently. “But I tell you what ’tis, Alma, you might come home with me while I ask.”

“I will,” said Alma, eagerly. “Just wait a minute till I ask mother if I can.”

But it was all useless. Alma’s pretty, pleading little face as a supplement to Lucretia’s, and her timorous, “Please let Lucretia go,” had no effect whatever.

“I don’t approve of children being out nights,” said Aunt Lucretia, and Aunt Maria supported her. “There’s no use talking,” said she; “you can’t go, Lucretia. Not another word. Take your things off, and sit down and sew your square of patchwork before supper. Almy, you’d better run right home; I guess your mother’ll be wanting you to help her.” And Alma went.

“What made you bring that Ford girl in here to ask me?” Aunt Lucretia, who had seen straight through her namesake’s artifice, asked of young Lucretia.

“I don’t know,” stammered Lucretia, over her patchwork.

“You’ll never go anywhere any quicker for taking such means as that,” said Aunt Lucretia.

“It would serve you right if we didn’t let you go to the Christmas-tree,” declared Aunt Maria, severely, and young Lucretia quaked. She had had the promise of going to the Christmas-tree for a long time. It would be awful if she should lose that. She sewed very diligently on her patchwork. A square a day was her stent, and she had held up before her the rapture and glory of a whole quilt made all by herself before she was ten years old.