As the Spectacle Man was more than willing, this was decided upon; and as it would give them so much more room, Miss Moore thought she"d like to ask two other young women, who were studying in a business college, and boarded in the same house with her Texas friend. Mark knew two fellows he"d like to have, and his uncle wished to invite a young man who had come once or twice to his Bible cla.s.s, and who was a stranger in town.
"Perhaps," said Mrs. Morrison, when they were discussing it, "we had better limit our invitations to those who are not likely to have a merry Christmas."
"My young man doesn"t look as if he knew the meaning of merry," said Mr.
Clark.
"My girls may know its meaning, but they haven"t much chance to practise it, in the dingy boarding house," added Miss Moore.
"I am sure Mrs. Gray doesn"t have any fun," said Frances, who clung to her idea of asking the old lady.
There couldn"t have been found a merrier party in the whole city than that at work in the Spectacle Man"s study on Christmas Eve. Mark had brought in a quant.i.ty of cedar and mistletoe, and while Mrs. Morrison and Miss Sherwin trimmed the tree, the children and Miss Moore turned the shop into a bower of fragrant green.
Mark was full of mischief, and romped with Frances, and teased Emma until she wished she could crawl under the bookcase as Peterkin did under the same circ.u.mstances. The General trotted about in a gale of delight, getting in everybody"s way, and was most unwilling to leave the scene of action when his mother came to take him to bed.
Mrs. Bond lifted her hands in dismay at so much work for nothing.
"But isn"t it pretty?" asked Mrs. Morrison, from the top of the step-ladder.
"It is pretty enough, but it all has to come down, and then what a mess!" was the reply.
"Still, it is fun, and Christmas comes but once a year. Here, Mark, this is to decorate the immortal George. Can you reach?" and Miss Moore held out a beautiful branch of holly.
"You"ll come to the party, won"t you, Mrs. Bond?" Frances asked.
"Come? of course she will; no one in this house can be excused," said Mr. Clark, entering the room with some interesting packages under his arm.
The little girls were extremely curious about some work Miss Sherwin and Mrs. Morrison had been doing, which they kept a secret from everybody, and now the sight of a number of flat parcels in tissue paper tied with red ribbon excited them afresh.
"Is that what you have been making?" asked Frances.
"Just part of it," Miss Sherwin replied, as she hung them on the tree.
"Emma, what do you suppose they are? Everybody is to have one, for I have counted," Frances whispered.
"I don"t know, I am sure; but isn"t it fun!" and Emma spun around like a top in her excitement.
"And she says it is only part," continued Frances.
"I believe we have done all that can be done to-night," said Mrs.
Morrison, crossing the room to get a better view of the tree.
"It will be a beauty when it is lighted. I think even Gladys will admire it," remarked Miss Moore.
Wilson, who had come in to sweep up, looked at it critically. "We had a tree at the Inst.i.tute last year that was lighted with inclandestine lights," he said.
Mark giggled, and Mrs. Morrison looked puzzled for a minute, then she smiled as she said, "Yes, I have heard of lighting them by electricity, but ours is a home-made affair."
"Isn"t Wilson absurd?" laughed Miss Sherwin as they all went into the next room. "What do you think he said to me the other day? He complained that Mrs. Bond was too unscrupulous to live with, and when I asked him what he meant, he said she required him to wash off the front porch every morning before he went to school, and that made him late for his Greek lesson, and in his opinion it was very unscrupulous."
"If it wasn"t for Zen.o.bia I think he would try to find a place where more respect was shown to Greek," said Mrs. Morrison.
Mrs. Marvin"s housekeeper came in to see Mrs. Bond that evening, and on her way out she had full view of the study, where work was still going on. Seeing Frances and recognizing her, she asked her name, and seemed very much surprised at Mrs. Bond"s reply.
"Frances Morrison!" she repeated, "why that is--" she checked herself, but stood watching the group as if deeply interested.
"Do you know her?" asked Mrs. Bond.
Caroline shook her head. "The name"s familiar, that is all," she replied.
Christmas Day was gloomy as to weather, but that was a small matter with so much merriment going on indoors. After the excitement of examining stockings was over the party was the event of the day, and was looked forward to with eager antic.i.p.ation by the children.
It was to be an early party, the guests having been invited to come at six o"clock. Gladys was the first to arrive, and the three little girls sat on the big hall sofa and waited for the others to come. The shop was brilliantly lighted and looked quite unfamiliar with all the show-cases moved back against the wall, and its tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs of cedar and holly. In the centre of the room on a table was the secret which had so excited Emma and Frances. A dozen or more cards were arranged around a central one, upon which was printed, "A Christmas Dinner"; on each of the other cards was a picture representing some part of the dinner. Miss Sherwin presided over this, and Frances presented each guest, as he or she arrived, with a pencil and a blank card on which the names of the various dishes were to be written as they were guessed. The one guessing the largest number was to have a prize, and everybody was to try except Mrs. Morrison and Miss Sherwin, who had prepared the pictures, and of course knew what they meant.
This served to break the ice, and Miss Moore"s girls, and Mark"s friends, and the Spectacle Man"s shy student, all became sociable directly, as they moved about the table.
To the delight of Frances, Mrs. Gray came. She was quite apologetic over it, saying it seemed ridiculous for her to be going anywhere, but she didn"t know when she had seen a Christmas tree, and so at the last minute she had decided to come.
"We take it as a great compliment," Mrs. Morrison said, helping her with her wraps and leading her to Mr. Clark"s arm-chair.
She was a sweet-looking old lady in her white cap and embroidered kerchief, and Miss Sherwin said her presence gave just the grandmotherly touch their party needed. Miss Moore decorated her with a sprig of holly, and every one tried to make her have a good time. The guests were all brought to her corner and introduced, and then, while the rest were busy trying to guess the menu, Mr. Clark came and sat beside her and talked of old times, and the changes that had come to the city since they were young.
It may have been an odd sort of party, but it was a success; and the shy young man proved himself more clever than any one else, for he guessed all the dishes. Some of them were very easy, the first, for instance, which was simply some points cut out of blue paper and pasted on a card.
"I know what they are," said Mark, "but three wouldn"t be enough for me."
Every one knew the map without a name must be _Turkey_, but the small strips of different shades of green did not at first suggest _olives_; a cat on the back of a chair puzzled some, but meant _catsup_ at once to others. An infant in a high chair yelling for dear life, was of course _ice cream_, but the medical student was the only one to guess the meaning of a calf reposing on the gra.s.s. He explained his cleverness by saying that his mother often made _veal loaf_, and he was very fond of it.
When he had received his prize, which was a box of candy, it was time for the tree. While they were all thinking of something else, Mr. Clark had slipped in and lighted it, and there it was, all in a blaze of glory!
The Spectacle Man was master of ceremonies, and it was worth something to see his face as he stepped about taking things from the tree and calling out names.
For each there was a photograph of the Magi on the way to Bethlehem, and, besides these, there were other things both useful and amusing, that had been picked up at the ten-cent store, or manufactured at home.
No one enjoyed it more than Mrs. Gray, unless it was the General, whose enthusiasm knew no bounds, and who pranced about with a woolly lamb in one hand and a j.a.panese baby in the other. Even Mrs. Bond relaxed, and for at least an hour did nothing but look on and be amused.
When the tree was exhausted they had some light refreshments, and then played old-fashioned games in which all could join.
"I don"t know when I have had such a good time," said Mrs. Gray, as she was getting ready to go; "and I don"t see how you happened to think of me."
"We had made up our minds to be lonely and homesick, but we have laughed so much I don"t see how we can ever be doleful again," remarked Miss Moore"s friend.
"It is the funniest party I ever went to," Gladys whispered to Frances, "but I have had the loveliest time!"
The shy student had enjoyed himself more than he could express in words, and his face spoke for him as he said good night.
"I am going to have a Christmas tree every year of my life till I die,"
the Spectacle Man declared; and if he had had the least encouragement, he would have gone to work on the spot to plan another party.